Message-ID: <19870eli$9902110941@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: deanajohns@hotmail.com (Deana Johns) Subject: *Savant P14 (FF,Mf sed, voy FFfFfFff) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: deanajohns@hotmail.com Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <36c244c2.44495950@burgoyne.com> ===================================================== Savant: By Deana Johns. Copyright 1997 All rights reserved. Limited permission to post is granted providing this header remains intact. May not be posted to any pay sites. May be offered as part of a collection, also provided this header remains intact. Permission to archive is also granted. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- This is one of my later stories. As of now, it is incomplete but already long. If you are seeking quick, cheap smut, you may wish to look elsewhere. But I think the true connoisseurs of erotica will find it plenty steamy if they give it a chance. This is an adult story, if you shouldn't be reading it, don't. I trust this is sufficient warning, given that I am posting this to a predominantly adult area to begin with. As always, comments are desired, welcome, and helpful. I especially like to hear from other women. Please reply to: deanajohns@hotmail.com -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Savant Part 14 "I think you will find Andrea quite hungry for your love later though." Denise offered. Cindy smiled at her. "No need to worry about me, love. I know she loves me. I know you all do. I don't take offense from this." she said. "I not only love you, but I adore you." Denise said, stealing another hungry kiss before slipping away. Cindy smiled to herself as she set about making sandwiches. She knew there was more to it, but she also trusted Denise completely. She knew she had her reasons for wishing to take the plates into them herself. ----------------------- Sally trembled in Andrea's arms as they kissed passionately. Andrea herself was far from calm. So far they had hardly touched each other except that they were hugged together. "We really should stop." Sally said, breathlessly. Andrea pulled back and lay looking at the ceiling, panting. "What's wrong?" Sally asked "You said we should stop. If you feel that way, then maybe we'd better." Andrea said, a bit breathless. "I don't understand. I thought you wanted this." Sally said, propping up on an elbow and softly touching Andrea's cheek. Andrea caught the hand and softly kissed the palm. "I do, desperately. But I shall never take another against their will. If I have learned one important thing from Denise, it is the *rightness* of freedom of choice. I abused Cindy quite badly. I did so because I put my desires above her freedom of choice. I almost lost her forever because of that. It's amazing to me that she's forgiven me at all, let alone asked me to marry her. I shall never repeat that mistake again, even if it means that my own desires must be suppressed, forever." Andrea said, her eyes misty. "That makes me incredibly proud of you." Sally said. "Proud? That I badly abused someone who worshipped me?" Andrea cried. "No, that you've faced your mistakes and have modified your behavior in such a positive manner. That you would sacrifice your own desires to honor someone else's freedom of choice. That is something that many people never learn their whole lives." Sally said. "It's not something I will ever forget." Andrea said. "No, of course not...... " Sally said, fading off. Sally realized just how much she *was* proud of Andrea. She had grown into a stunning, bright and ethical woman. She felt a wave of desire sweep over her that was hard to control. She bent and softly kissed Andrea on the lips. Andrea trembled under her lips. Her own desire fairly oozing from her. When Sally deepened the kiss she let out a soft moaning and her trembling increased. "So you do not wish to stop?" Andrea asked, holding her at arms length. "No. Knowing your desire is real, I cannot resist my own. But I have no experience at this. I fear I will disappoint you." Sally said. Andrea smiled maternally at her. "I have all the knowledge we need. And you have *never* disappointed me." she said, moving to kiss her deeply. "I wish to see and touch your breasts." Sally panted a few moments later. Without hesitation, Andrea rolled away and off the bed. Sally seemed alarmed until Andrea unfastened her bib and let it down. She pushed it off her hips slowly and then slowly lifted her T-shirt. Sally watched her, kind of gulping. Andrea used her skill to tease her mother. She cast the T-shirt aside, now clad in sports bra and bikini panties. She smiled at her mother as the pulled the sports bra over her head and cast it aside. Sally let out an involuntary gasp as she saw how well developed Andrea had become. Andrea grinned at her and then hooked her thumbs in her panties. She rocked her hips from side to side as she pushed them down to reveal her neatly trimmed pubic patch. Sally's eyes were riveted to the sight. Andrea lifted her arms and did a slow, circle. She drew her hands up sensually over her breasts, then down over abdomen and hips, letting the fingertips tease the labia aside to reveal her sensitive, erect clitoris. Sally seemed to quiver at the sight. "You did a nice job on this body. I'm quite grateful for that.... May I see yours?" Andrea asked. Sally found herself nodding. She slipped out the other side of the bed. She reached behind her for the zipper on her dress, having difficulty reaching it. Andrea moved around the bed and unzipped it for her, then sat down as Sally slowly lowered the dress. Beneath she wore slightly translucent lingerie, but not opaque enough to hide the dark circles of her nipples or the dark patch below her firm abdomen. The bra had a center clasp, which Sally found herself fumbling to release. Once unfastened, she slowly drew the cups aside to reveal her perfectly shaped and firm breasts. They were the mirror image of Andrea's. Andrea smiled at this. Sally tried to duplicate Andrea's actions as she lowered her panties. Andrea watched, unashamed, trembling in anticipation. Sally's pubic patch would have been identical had it been trimmed the same. Blushingly, Sally repeated Andrea's earlier enticing actions. "No match for your beauty, I fear. Older, a bit worn and my pubic patch is unkempt." Sally said, self consciously. "You are stunning. I thank you for my beauty, as I can see where it comes from. I will feel very fortunate indeed if I am as stunning when I reach your age." Andrea said, standing shakily. The two women were entranced as they were inexorably drawn to one another. Trembling in anticipation of their first nude embrace. When they touched, it was as if a shock passed through each of them. They met finger to finger, breast to breast, hip to hip and lip to lip. Their arms moved around each other as they kissed deeply. Soft moans emitting from each of them as they began to softly touch and caress each other. Sally trying to match Andrea's actions, but driven by her own curiosity to touch where she desired. She gently cupped Andrea's ass in her hands and pulled her hips hard into her as they kissed. They swooned as their passion grew and their probes increased. Andrea turned them around and walked them back until her mothers knees hit the bed, then she gently lay her back and moved over her. Their lips never parting. ----------------------- "So how are they?" John asked, concerned. "I found what was keeping them." Denise said to John. "Oh, what's that?" he asked. "I think they got a bit drained emotionally from their chat. They're taking a little nap together." Denise chuckled. This seemed to relieve John's anxiety a bit. "Thanks for checking on them.... Must have been really emotional for them, Sally's not usually the nap type. I wouldn't have said Andrea was either. It kind of surprises me as both seemed pretty calm and secure about the marriage." he said. "I would imagine that marriage is a pretty emotional event for anybody, but it's bound to be for a sixteen year old girl. Andrea's been on an emotional roller coaster for a while now. One day she us up and happy, bouncing around with enthusiasm and the next day she's quiet and insecure about the whole thing. I think it all just caught up with her while she was talking with Sally." Denise said. "Trust her on that one, I've felt like a yo-yo myself. I don't expect to really feel secure until we're hitched." Betty chuckled. "Well I know you women are bound to understand each other much better than I do. I've been living with Sally for over thirty years and at times she's still a total mystery to me." John chuckled. "That just means she has successfully kept you intrigued." Betty chucked. "She certainly has that.... Looking back on it, I seem to recall she did get pretty nervous and emotional just before we got married." John said. "Well I haven't been through it yet, but I've seen others go through it. Almost without exception the women have been emotional wrecks just before they got married." Denise said. "What do you mean you haven't been through it yet. What about now?" Betty grinned. "There is that. I guess I have been sort of nervous lately. But mostly I just wish it to be done so we can get on with the loving." Denise said. "That my love, just earned you a kiss." Betty said, stepping over to present it. John did his best not to watch. He found himself glancing back anyway. "Well, I'd better go take them some lunch. I think yours will be ready in a few minutes." Denise said, finally slipping out of Betty's arms. She headed inside. Cindy just had their plates ready. "Thank you love, you are a dear." Denise said, planting a kiss upon her forehead. "I expect a better kiss when you get back." Cindy teased. Denise put down the tray again and swept Cindy into her arms. She kissed her passionately. "Better?" she asked. "Mmm much." Cindy said, a bit wobbly on her legs. ------------------------ To her delight, Sally found her daughter to be *extremely* talented. She seemed to have a light bewitching touch that evoked her deepest passions. Andrea had teased her to the edge and held her there endlessly, pumping up her passion like a balloon. Like the finest courtesan she skillfully tripped her over with just a touch and a kiss. Andrea's lips muffling her impassioned cry of release as her body was wracked by the massive convulsion, her hips thrusting about uncontrolled. Yet the young woman was only getting started. She skillfully teased her to orgasm several times before she began to gently probe the folds of her womanhood. A single touch upon her clitoris and Sally was gone again. "Been a while since I did this." Andrea chuckled, playfully sucking upon a nipple. "Been even longer since you visited the other end." Sally heard herself gasp. Andrea grinned at her and began to kiss downwards. Sally knew where she was going, she desired it with all her being. She trembled in anticipation over her daughters goal. The trembling grew strong as Andrea was teasingly slow in her approach. When Sally felt a tongue skipping back and forth in the natural valleys beside the labia, she thought she would explode. But the tongue skipped over her trigger and began to tease her inner thigh. Andrea pushed her legs gently apart and perused the area curiously as she kissed her inner thigh. Letting her senses drink in and acclimate to the musky perfume of her womanhood. The tongue teased up one side of the labial lips, made a broad circle around the clitoris and down the other side. Then she gently spread the lips with her fingertips. One finger began to probe inside the lips at the opening. It was slick with the juices of Sally's passion. The finger slipped in easily. Sally knew she would explode when Andrea added her tongue once more to the probes. "This is strange." Andrea mused between licks. "What? Do you wish to stop?" Sally gasped in alarm. "No way. I mean *unusual* strange. You taste like *me*." Andrea chuckled, "Your bouquet is similar too." "Others are different?" Sally asked, breathlessly. "Oh yes. As distinctive as vintage wines. That's why it seems strange." Andrea replied, delving in again. Sally's reply was cut off by her gasp of pleasure as Andrea quickly flicked her tongue over her clitoris. The finger inside was joined by another and together they found the magic spot that melted Sally's soul. She pulled a pillow over her head to muffle the inevitable result. But Andrea was so skillful it seemed not to arrive for several millennia. When it did, it hit her like a freight train. Her hips thrust upwards off the bed as the massive convulsion gripped her like a giant fist. Her lungs emptied themselves into the pillow. Andrea followed her hips adroitly, not missing a devastating lick. Almost without notice, a little finger had been lubed with her natural juices and now probed her backside. The second wave hit Sally like a tsunami. >From a misty fog of bliss, Sally slowly became aware of the lips kissing hers and the gentle touch that lowered her back to earth. There was also the pungent muskiness of her womanhood, now acting like a strong aphrodisiac. Sally found herself kissing and licking in search of the slightest vestige of it. Tongues swirled together sensually, a sensual mixture of touch and flavor. Then Sally rolled over Andrea and did her very best to duplicate Andrea's actions. She didn't do badly from Andrea's reactions, but she lacked the control of Andrea's skill. Time and again she tripped her over the edge too soon. Andrea didn't care. She was as blissfully happy as she had ever known. When Sally's tongue touched her inner labia, she went off like a skyrocket and didn't stop until exhaustion took her. Then Sally's lips were upon hers once more. Her soft stroking touch gently returning Andrea to the here and now. -------------------------- Denise carried the tray to the guest room. She tapped lightly on the door and waited. At the first sound of the knock, Sally jerked in alarm. Andrea was more relaxed. She shared one last deep sensual kiss before rolling aside and pulling the covers over them. She called to enter. Upon entering Denise found Andrea and Sally laying on opposite sides of the bed, their hair a bit damp with perspiration and their eyes a bit dazed. A pleasingly familiar aroma lightly permeated the room. "I brought you a little lunch Cindy made up for you. I told John you were napping." Denise said, smiling at the pair as she set the tray down. She thought Sally looked a bit guilty, but Andrea snagged her hand and pulled her into a kiss in thanks, removing any doubt from her mind. She pulled Denise to sit by her afterwards. The women sat up and each grabbed a sandwich half and began to munch on it. Sally was looking at Denise curiously. She finally swallowed and took a sip of coffee. "Why are you doing this? Covering for us, I mean." Sally asked. "Covering? I just thought you two needed a little time alone together." Denise said, innocently. "It does you no good to play stupid now. I know you better than that now. You *know* what's going on between us." Sally said. "No, I don't. Nor is it necessary for me to know. Whatever it is, it's between you and Andrea. I can speculate all I wish. But I don't *know*." Denise said. "Are you trying to tell me you are unconcerned about it?" Sally asked. "I'm concerned about Andrea's happiness. I would never do anything to interfere with that if I could help it. Certainly I see conditions that lead to certain possibilities, but no, I am not concerned about those possibilities. Unless it interferes with Andrea's relationship with me and the others, it's none of my business." Denise said. Sally seemed not to be satisfied by this. She frowned a bit. "Look." Denise said, explaining herself, "I know Andrea has already crossed a certain line. When you learned of this, you didn't freak out about it, although I'm certain it affected you quite strongly to hear confirmation of your suspicions. Your greatest concern was in dealing with the factor that is the actual foundation of the taboo. That means that you yourself have applied serious thought to the taboo. In doing so, you would realize that the general application to all family members occurred because of homophobia. Now, this morning when we kissed, you were quite deeply affected by it. That means you have strong inclinations in that area. I know for a fact that Andrea does, as our relationship is based upon that. She's also crossed that line concerning the taboo. In your acceptance of Andrea crossing that line, and knowing you have those strong inclinations, it's not unreasonable to draw conclusions as to where that may lead. So yes, I know that the *possibility* exists, and I am *unconcerned* about it. I made my acceptance of that a long time ago when I decided against even informing *you* of the situation, let alone the authorities. I view this no differently than I do Andrea's relationship with Bobby. I don't make any distinction between making love to a man or a woman. It's love. That's all. I am certainly not concerned with Andrea making love with someone she cares very deeply for. I do care very much about her happiness. If this will contribute to that, then I am all for it. She seems to be all of that. I love her very deeply, and I respect *you* very deeply for the way you are standing behind her. Perhaps much more than you know, as my own mother turned against me when I needed her the most. I know you love Andrea very deeply also. You aren't going to do something that's going to do damage to her." she concluded. "This might." Sally said. "Perhaps if it were known to some people, but I know you have no intention of reporting it to them. I'm sure as hell am not going to tell them. I think Andrea has learned her hard lesson about trusting the right people, so she's not going to tell. I think your main concern, is over how John would take it. That's why I am *covering for you*, as you said." Denise said. "You really are someone very special, you know that." Sally said. "I don't think of myself as such. I just believe in letting other people live their lives the way they choose to. My whole lifestyle is contrary to what the public would be comfortable with. But they don't live their lives for me. I damn sure don't intend to live mine for them. Nor am I going to interfere with others living their lives in a manner that society would find uncomfortable. To do so would be highly hypocritical of me." Denise said. "Would you care to join us?" Andrea offered, lightly caressing her affectionately. "No, not this time. Perhaps another time if you wish me to, I would be honored. But you will have little enough time as it is. I wouldn't push it longer than a few hours. I told John that you two were having a pre- marriage heart to heart talk, which you have been. I told them that it was likely that this was a highly emotional time for both of you, which it is. I told him that you needed this time together, which you do. I told him that you were napping, which you may. That will cover you for another few hours." Denise said. "There may not be another time." Sally said. "That is your choice to make. I would still decline to join you at this time, as I feel you really do need this time alone together. Even if you just snuggle and talk. But I'm inclined to believe this won't be the only time." Denise said, tousling Andrea's damp hair. "You just seem so nonchalant about the whole thing." Sally noted, working on her sandwich. "I fully realize it is something that the rest of the world would find a major trauma. But as I stated, my whole lifestyle would make them uncomfortable. If it were known, all kinds of shit would fly because of my position as a girls gym instructor. I would undoubtedly be fired at least, if they couldn't think of something to charge me with. But I know what the real story is. I have made no attempt to seduce, entice or impose my lifestyle upon any of my students. I never would. The only way my ethics can justify my involvement with Andrea and Cindy, is that they both *came to me*. Andrea, blatantly. Cindy indirectly, but she was given ample freedom of choice. Which is my main concern; Freedom of choice. If I thought that you were forcing Andrea into something that she didn't wish to do, something that would leave her traumatized for life, you would find my attitude entirely different." Denise responded. "May I kiss you again?" Sally asked, tentatively. Denise smiled at her. She squeezed Andrea's hand as she got up, then moved to the other side of the bed. She sat down next to Sally and drew her into her arms. The blanket falling away from her breasts. Their eyelids descended with the distance between their lips. The kiss was warm and searching. Andrea watched from the other side of the bed, pleased, but somehow uncomfortable. She put her finger on the discomfort and dismissed it. Denise wasn't stealing another woman from her. She hadn't stolen the first. It had been her own actions that had driven her away. It was Denise who had given her back to her. These two women were those she loved dearest on the whole planet. Andrea found herself becoming joyful as she watched. She felt her own passion rising along with her mothers. When Denise reached to softly cup one of Sally's breasts before their lips parted, Andrea touched her own and quivered inside like her mother. When her mother quaked a bit in a gentle orgasm, Andrea found herself feeling it. Denise gave her all in the kiss. She ended it soft and sensually. "If I didn't know before, I do now. I'd recognize that delightful bouquet anywhere." Denise chuckled. Sally blushed, but did not pull away. Instead she pulled her back and shared more of the flavor with her, letting her own hand cup one of Denise's breasts through her clothes. Denise finally pulled back to arms length and looked at her. "I can see where Andrea got her magnificent body from." she said, huskily. Sally held her gaze, but blushed like a school girl. "You will join us, *sometime*?" she demurred. "I would be honored." Denise said, kissing her forehead and then slipping away. Sally held her fingers to the last instant, then Denise moved around the bed. She sat next to Andrea and repeated the kiss with her. Sally found herself entranced as the older woman fully controlled her daughters responses. She also found herself responding again as Andrea had with her. When Andrea moaned softly and shuddered, she felt a quivering inside accompanied by a feeling of warm dampness between her legs. She moaned softly, barely audible to even herself. "I also see where you got that delightful bouquet of yours. I look forward to sampling it at leisure some other time. You enjoy this time my love. Don't forget the time. I'd also highly recommend a shower and mouthwash afterwards. You also might crack the window and turn on the bathroom fan. I'm fairly certain your father is familiar with that aroma too." Denise said, softly kissing Andrea once more before slipping away. "I love you." Andrea said, sincerely. "I love you too, darling. I've grown quite fond of your mother also. Enjoy your time. Bye now." Denise said, slipping out of the room. She set the privacy lock on the door as she pulled it shut behind her. "She really is quite an exceptional woman. I can see why you feel so deeply about her. I'll bet she's an outstanding lover." Sally heard herself say. "Denise knows more about love than any person I ever met. Both physically and emotionally." Andrea responded, looking toward the door. "You are exceptionally talented at that yourself, my love." Sally said, softly touching her cheek. The endearment took Andrea by surprise for a moment. Then she smiled. "I'm but a babe in the woods compared to her. I look forward to learning from her for many years to come." she said, turning toward her mother. "And what of Betty and Cindy?" Sally asked. "Both excellent. Cindy, I first taught, but Denise taught her more in their week together than I did in all the times we were together. I think Betty learned much of what she knows from her too, but she has other... attributes that she has specialized skill at." Andrea said, not breaking the gaze. "Attributes?" Sally asked. "She has an oversized clitoris that she is extremely proficient in utilizing to mine -or anybody else's- devastation." Andrea replied. "Really, that sounds intriguing." Sally said. "I wish to share all my lovers with you, that you may know the joy they bring me." Andrea heard herself say, leaning toward her. Sally leaned into the kiss, but didn't deepen it. "As pleasant and enticing as that sounds, I don't know if I can do that." she said, somehow uneasy. "Why? Didn't you just indicate to Denise that you wished her to join us?" Andrea asked. "Yes... That may have been a bit rash of me, but I was captured by the moment. Denise seems to have the power to entrance one, as I'm sure you are aware." Sally said. "I don't understand. You mean you don't want her to join us?" Andrea asked. "*Want* isn't the question." Sally said, absently poking around with a spoon in her cup of soup. "What is the question? You aren't *ashamed* of what we've done, are you?" Andrea asked. "Oh no baby. I'm not ashamed. The rest of the world might damn me, but I would do it again in a heartbeat. I've never known the feelings I experienced with you. I want to know them again. It's the others that I have a question about. Something Denise said when she was in here suddenly struck home in my mind." Sally said. "What was that?" Andrea asked. "That she didn't make any distinction between making love with a man or a woman. Implying that ethically, it is the same. It is. That's what keeps me from indulging myself to my hearts content." Sally said. "I don't follow." Andrea said, clearly confused. "Look, I'm from a generation that put a lot of emphasis on being faithful to your mate. For the most part, your father and I have lived our lives following that premise. Or at least we have for a long time." Sally said. "Daddy was unfaithful to you?" Andrea asked, catching the implication of the last sentence. "Oh, I don't know, really. I think he had a little fling a long time ago, before you were even born. At the time I decided it wasn't worth losing my marriage to make an issue of it. The symptoms of it went away and your father has shown no sign since that there have been any replays, if it actually occurred at all. It may have just been my own insecurity at the time. But this is getting off the point I wished to make. And that is; that it would *feel* to me like I was being unfaithful to him to make love with the others." Sally said, realizing that was what it felt like as she said it. Andrea seemed to nod to herself in understanding. "I see.... You don't feel that way with me though?" she asked. "No... Curiously enough. You've been a part of my love for so long, it's like you are part of that relationship that I share with your father." her mother said. Andrea nodded to herself. "I don't know, love. This is all new to me. As many times in the past as I felt desire for you, it never occurred to me that it would ever happen. I had no clue you would be interested. I didn't dare even try to find out. It will take me a little time to decide how I feel about the whole thing. I know I love you very deeply. I also desire you very much. It doesn't feel bad what we're doing. The rest will just take me some time. I can't say now how I will feel about it." Sally said, setting her spoon down without eating any soup. Food wasn't on her mind at the moment. Andrea replied by sliding out of bed. Her mother looked up at her, concerned she had offended her. Andrea bent and picked up the tray and moved it to the dresser. She took the coffee cups off it and moved them to the headboard shelf. Taking her own, she took a big gulp to warm her mouth. "So you can consider those questions later. We both know how we feel about it, and as Denise said; we don't have much time." she said after swallowing. She slid back into the bed and the two of them slid together. Sally learned what a hot tongue was like. ------------------------------- When Denise came out of the bedroom, Cindy snagged her for another kiss before Denise could dodge her. Cindy seemed to deepen the kiss suddenly as if in search of something. Denise responded as she felt. She'd always enjoyed kissing, especially Cindy. Afterward, Cindy pulled back and raised her eyebrow. "An interesting flavor to encounter. I take it that they aren't just napping?" she said, more statement than question. Denise looked uncomfortable, Cindy put her fingers to Denise's lips to stop her from speaking. Instead she pulled her back into another kiss. Denise was grateful for Cindy's quick understanding. She responded to the young woman's sensual probes into her mouth. They kissed for a long time. Finally Cindy pulled back. "Now, my love. Go brush your teeth before you tell the others lunch is ready." she said. Denise smiled in chagrin and nodded. She kissed Cindy once more before she did so. ---------------------------------- "How long do you think they will sleep?" John asked over lunch. "Several hours more I should think. They were out pretty good when I took them lunch. They barely acknowledged my presence." Denise said. "Hm... I've got some errands to run this afternoon, but I hate to disturb them." John said, frowning a bit. "Why don't you just go run them. I'll run Sally home when she wakes up." Denise said, easily. "You wouldn't mind?" John asked. "Not at all. My pleasure. It's time to check Marge and Sam's mail again, so I'd have to take Cindy over there anyway. Your place is on the way so it's no problem at all." Denise replied, sipping her coffee. Cindy nodded over the concept. "Great... I'd appreciate it. I hate to abandon her like this. Maybe I'll check in on them before I go." John said. "I'd just let them sleep instead of disturbing them. I'll explain to Sally when she wakes up. I'm sure she'll understand." Denise said. "Okay.... I can work with you folks for another hour or so before I have to go." John said. "You can go now if you'd like. You've done quite enough. You've been a great help. We got all the ceilings done, which we couldn't have done without you, especially the cement ones. We've made real progress on it as it is. We can easily handle the rest. I want Andrea to get a little experience with the wall board, so we may just knock off ourselves for the day. I'm feeling a bit beat myself so I may just take their example and take a little nap too." Betty said. "You sure?" John asked. "Positive. And we are eternally grateful to you for helping us with those ceilings." Betty said. "I'll say." Cindy said, rubbing her arms. "I think that's a great plan. As it is, we can finish up the wallboard, tape, sand and probably even paint by the end of next week. I think I'll climb in the hot tub while Sally and Andrea are asleep. If you call it a day now, then I won't have to deal with a swimsuit." Denise said, grinning. "I think I'll join you. My arms could sure use it." Cindy said. "If I get near that tub, you'll have to carry me to bed. I think I'm just going straight upstairs. I might risk a shower if I can steer away from falling on the bed." Betty chuckled. "Well, if you two are going to be running around naked it's better I leave anyway. My heart might not take it." John chuckled, finishing his coffee. "Why John, what a sweet thing to say." Denise demurred. John grinned at her as he got to his feet. Even so they shared a quick meaningful look. They both knew of their attraction for each other. The women got to their feet and all kissed his cheek and hugged him in thanks -much to his pleasure and discomfort- before he snagged his coat and left. Betty triggered the gate after he drove out, the snow now clear of it's path. Denise breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay, love. Why the hustle?" Betty asked, turning to Denise. Denise seemed uncomfortable. "Seems to run in the family." she said, cryptically. Betty closed her eyes a moment and nodded in acknowledgment of her understanding. Denise pulled her into her arms and hugged her in support. "I don't see it as significant. I doubt we'll need another room." Denise said, trying to make light of things. Betty sighed and nodded. "I know.... It's just another factor in this whole crazy equation." she said. "ABCD equals one still holds true." Denise said, lightly kissing Betty. Betty smiled and nodded through the kiss. She found herself deepening it. Denise happily complied with the escalation. "I think I will join you two in the tub after all." Betty demurred, going for another kiss. When they began to explore each others bodies, Cindy took their hands and guided them toward the hot tub, grinning. ---------------------------- "Good lord, daughter. How the hell can you tell so well what my nervous system is doing to keep me on the edge like that?" Sally asked, as they cooled once again. Andrea tenderly caressed her as she snuggled to her. Enjoying the texture of the soft, smooth skin under her fingertips. "Practice... You tell me, really. You learn to recognize the symptoms. I listen to your breathing, I can *feel* the tenseness of your body. Inside and out. The muscles of your abdomen, how your vagina contracts, the little finger helps as the tenser you get the tighter your anus squeezes." Andrea replied, easily. "Well, it certainly works.... Did Denise teach you that?" Sally asked, drawing circles around one of Andrea's nipples with her fingertip. "I already knew the theory, but she certainly refined it. .... Bobby first taught me." Andrea said, uncomfortable to bring Bobby up again. "Bobby? Really? You mean both my children are such talented lovers?" Sally asked, hugging her close. "Bobby is terrific. He's almost as good as Denise. But they each have unique talents related to their sex. Denise understands a woman's body completely. Both physically and mentally. It takes both to reach the highest levels. She knows what she is doing *feels* like, as she is a woman. At the same time, there is a special pleasure having a man inside you, as I'm sure you know." Andrea said, rolling to lay face down, halfway atop her mother. She playfully moved a damp curl of hair from her forehead. "You seem very comfortable talking about Bobby... I know you told me what you two did... but you haven't told me what it *felt* like. Do you want to?" Sally asked, caressing Andrea's back. "It's not that comfortable, I've just come to terms with it. I understand that the initial motivation wasn't his own, or I don't think I would have ever come to terms with it. But the truth of the matter is that I was *open* to what he did. I just didn't understand at the time what it meant." Andrea said, laying her head next to her mothers cheek. "*Open to it*?" Sally asked. "Yes.... I've had a crush on Bobby since I was a little girl. He walked in on me once in the bath when I was about ten or so. He got real embarrassed about it, but even then I *wanted* him to see me. While he was gone, I discovered boys. I'd been kissed already when he came back. After I learned about sex -or at least the concept of it- I'd find myself thinking about him. About what it would feel like to lay with him." Andrea said, snuggling closer. "But you didn't understand what sex really was then, did you?" Sally asked, hugging her. "No, of course not... or I might have been *more* inclined. I had that adolescent romantic image of what it was. Men and women laid together and kissed. Somehow the sperm got into the vagina and you had a baby. I didn't think about the actual process much, although it was fairly obvious. They have a plug that fits our receptacles. Society even talks about things in those terms. You have a male plug and a female socket. Denise has told me that all electrical connectors are referred to in that manner." Andrea said. "So how did you feel about it?" Sally asked, guiding her back on the subject. "Scared.... But mostly because I didn't understand *why* he was doing what he was. I knew when he lay me nude on the bed and started to take off his clothes what it implied. Actually, I was a bit excited by that. As I say, I kind of wanted it, I just didn't really know what *it* was. Then it was different than I had pictured. He had me tied up face down and squirted oil all over my back. When he started to rub himself all over me, I liked it. Fact is that he was real gentle about it. He didn't just rape me. He teased me into excitement. Everything he did seemed like a natural progression on what we had done. I hardly noticed he was in my backside until he was already there. Then it wasn't physically uncomfortable, just mentally repugnant. I had never made any connection between my anus and sex. But it certainly was sexually exciting. I experienced my first orgasm from it. It was like nothing I had ever felt before." Andrea said, absently caressing a breast. Her mother softly kissed her cheek in support. Andrea continued after a moment. "He made me *want* him in me. Now I know why, so I forgive him for doing it. But he certainly *did* make me want him there. Even later.....When I got sick. His whole purpose wasn't to teach me sex. It was to teach me *survival*. It was *that* that made me sick, not the sex. If he hadn't done the other things, I would have enjoyed the sex anyway. But it was just a tool for his real purpose. He taught me that too, survival I mean. He taught me what was really important in life; Living. As long as you survive, everything else is almost meaningless. Since then I've come to understand that it is highly context related. Anyway, when I had to wet myself and lay in it, I got sick. He warned me ahead of time that if I got sick, then I would lay in that too. I did... and I had to. Then he began the sex again. God... at first I was so repulsed by it I almost got sick again. But he just kept up his gentle caresses and probes. As it would distract me from what I was laying in, he would smear more of it on me. Eventually, it got so that I wanted the one so much that I forgot about the other. It didn't matter anymore. I *wanted* him to be doing what he was to me. Fact is that I got so I thoroughly enjoyed it, in spite of the fact that I had urine and vomit all over my body. I enjoyed it so much I passed out from the pleasure. When I came to again, he was washing me in the shower. That was a sensual pleasure in itself. I had never enjoyed a shower so much in my life. Not even counting what we did sexually. He had an erection and he stroked it between my labia as he kissed me and rubbed his body all over mine. God, I went off like a rocket when I came. Before that, I'd had no clue how sensitive my clitoris was or how good it could feel to have it rubbed." Andrea said. She found she had become very aroused from the memory of the incident. Her mother misinterpreted the silence. "You don't have to talk about it if it's too painful" she said. Andrea chuckled, startling her mother. "No, it's not that. It got me all hot remembering it." she said, playfully teasing her mothers nipples and nibbling on her earlobe. Sally hit upon an idea. "Alright... I'll help. You talk." she said, teasing one of Andrea's nipples back. "That won't work. I won't be able to talk. We can talk later." Andrea chuckled, sliding a hand over her abdomen and teasingly through Sally's pubic hair. "Yes... and we don't have much time." her mother agreed, meeting her full lips. As they kissed, Andrea's fingers began to tease between her mothers legs and over her clitoris. Sally found herself doing the same to Andrea as they both succumbed to the bliss of passion once more. ---------------------------------- Betty lay back blissfully, half-bombed on endorphins. Both Denise and Cindy had worked as a devastating tag team to successfully relax her. Then she and Cindy had turned on Denise, lastly, Denise and Betty had well pleased Cindy. Now they all reclined blissfully, caressing each other softly from time to time. "I think, that I'll go tell Andrea that they have a little more time. I'll be back." Denise said, sliding out of her seat. The two women waylaid her with kisses on the way out. "You be careful love. Watch they don't drag you in bed with them." Betty teased. Denise smiled and pulled on a robe, tying it on the way out. --------------------------------- A light tap on the door was barely heard by Andrea. Sally was almost out. Andrea pulled on a robe and tucked the covers over Sally before answering the knock. "Sorry to disturb you, but I thought you might like to know that you have more time available to you. John had to run some errands so he left. I told him I'd give Sally a ride home when you both woke up. " Denise said. "Thanks, that's good to hear." Andrea said, moving to kiss her. Denise was not surprised to find her hair damp from perspiration nor the now strong familiar aroma on her lips. She returned the kiss as it was presented. "We're in the hot tub if you'd like to join us...... later perhaps." Denise said, grinning and slipping away. "Thanks love. Perhaps we will." Andrea said, blushing a bit. ----------------------------- Denise kept her grin as she returned to the tub. "Back so soon?" Cindy asked, a bit surprised. "I told you I was just going to tell them they had more time.... They will probably need it... for recovery." Denise chuckled, dropping her robe and returning to the tub. "So how do you feel about it?" Cindy asked, curious for her own reasons. Denise kind of sighed as she settled in. "I don't see that it affects things much. We all know that Andrea had crossed that line with Bobby long ago. We also know why. We've accepted her continuing her relationship with him -provided Bobby agrees to a vasectomy. In fact, we are working our tails off to provide for her to do that. So we've more than accepted it; We're supporting it. If we accept that a vasectomy deals with the foundation for the taboo, and we accept homophobia as the reason the rule got generally applied to all family members, then we have no grounds for objection to Andrea and Sally sharing an intimate relationship." she said. Both Cindy and Betty nodded to themselves, but Cindy frowned a bit. "That covers the intellectual side of the question. But how do you *feel* about it?" Cindy asked again. Denise sighed again, this time deeper. "On one side, I'm thrilled to death for her. She's sharing something intensely personal with her mother that is so far removed from my relationship with mine as to make me quite envious. I'm thrilled that Sally is being so understanding and even more so that she is standing behind Andrea when she really needs her. On a possible downside; It's another factor in an already complex equation. Every one of those that gets introduced has the possibility of upsetting the balance of the equation and spoiling something I think is exceptionally special and unique. That's my only possible objection and I'm not real concerned over that. I will however feel a whole lot better when we get the four of us securely married." she responded. "Are we so fragile?" Betty asked, a bit insecure. "Not the four of us, no. If anything we are closer than we've ever been. I just wish to do everything we can to help cement that permanently. In a way, I kind of view what Andrea is doing as dealing with old business, not starting a new relationship." Denise said. "I don't follow." Betty said. "I introduced the most instability we have experienced when I accepted Jenny's pass. In doing so, I was dealing with *old business* in my life. I've had the hots for Jenny since I first met her. I did not expect her to be a permanent, intimate part of our lives, nor mine alone. It was something I have desired with a major portion of my being for so long, I was almost powerless to avoid it. In fact I encouraged it. But now it's done and we know that she is not going to be a permanent part, we can get on with loving each other. There aren't anymore unfulfilled passions lurking in the back of my emotional closet. I can easily sidestep any new ones that I feel might upset the balance between us. You are all more important to me than anybody I could ever meet from now on. In a sense, Andrea and Sally are doing the same thing. It's obvious that they've felt this way for a long time. It's also obvious that Sally doesn't wish to change her life with John. She loves him very deeply. So I don't expect this to be a regular occurrence. I may be wrong about that, the frequency that is, they might indulge themselves quite regularly. But I don't see it as a problem either way. I don't see us needing a room for Sally. She's not going to leave John and shack up with Andrea." Denise said. "I see..." Cindy mused, lost in her own thoughts. Betty and Denise studied her a moment. Seeing the implications of how Andrea's relationship with her mother might affect Cindy. "So... Is that how you view Penelope and I?" Betty asked. "I hadn't thought about it, really. But now that you mention it... I guess, kind of. You've indicated that she was quite content with her boy-toys. You've indicated that it is your desire to be committed to the four of us a whole. So I don't see any impetus for the two of you to suddenly change your lives if you get together. Not that you having a relationship with her would preclude us. I have no objection to it at all. In fact, I have no objection to any relationships any of us may share that do not threaten us as a permanent family. I think that's the bottom line; That us four are permanent. That's where my motivation lies, that's where my concern lies. Other than that, you can all make love to the world if it makes you happy." Denise said. "That would introduce factors that could upset us, like venereal disease. AIDS is a fact of life out there. So the fact is that I wouldn't want to see any of us indulge in indiscriminate sex." Betty said. "None of us has. We've all either been without, or involved in long term relationships. Those relationships we've shared outside us four, are all with people we've known for a long time -who themselves are involved in long time relationships. We aren't going out seducing the pep squad or cheerleaders from the local college or hanging out in bars trolling for trollops. To me it feels like we've all been involved with people we've cared very deeply for and making love with them is a natural extension of what we already felt a long time ago." Denise said. "That's true enough. Bobby's a possible exception to that as a new relationship for us, but we know he's been only infrequently involved with Andrea since he got back from the war. Unless he's fooling us all and has been somehow indulging in sex with strangers he meets running." Betty mused. "I think we are safe enough there." Denise chuckled. Cindy seemed lost in her own thoughts. "A penny for your thoughts." Denise said. "Huh? Oh... nothing. Uh... I was thinking about how much we got done today." Cindy said, seeming to come around. Betty and Denise shared a look of understanding. --------------------------- Andrea kissed softly along her mothers spine, and she almost purred in response. She stretched her arm back to caress Andrea's thigh. "Mmm I could get used to this." Sally sighed. "Now you are teasing." Andrea said, moving to swirl her tongue around the dimples in her lower hip. "No, dear heart. I am not teasing. Your father is no slackard when it comes to loving, but your skill far exceeds his." Sally said. "Is that important?" Andrea asked, softly, kissing her way back up the spine to the neck and shoulders. . Sally thought about the odd question a moment. Then she rolled to put them breast to breast again. "Not only talented but wise.... Fear not, my tender lover. I seek no release from my beloved husband. I intend to be happily married to your father until one of us dies. Then beyond perhaps. But I was not teasing. I could happily get used to this. For one, I wish to be able make you feel as you make me." she said, hugging Andrea. "I will gladly teach you all that you will let me." her daughter replied, snuggling to her. They lay together just softly touching each other for a time. "Who was at the door?" Sally asked, drawing her fingers over a breast lightly. "Denise. She came to tell us that we had more time if we wanted. Dad had some errands to run and Denise volunteered to run you home rather than dad disturbing us from our *nap*." Andrea said, moving to lightly nibble an earlobe. "That was nice of her. That lady really is a first rate friend to you, isn't she." Sally said. "Yes... I love her dearly. You wish her, don't you." Andrea said, breaking off the attack for a bit. "I think that's fairly obvious. She *is* most appealing as you very well know." Sally said, kissing Andrea's forehead. "Yes.... The first time she took off her glasses and looked at me, I felt like I'd been stabbed through the heart. The first time we kissed, I orgasmed. Even her voice makes me hot. She's sexy, sensual, loving and attentive. Added to all that, she's quite brilliant..... I think she will be great for daddy's company." Andrea replied. "You know about that?" Sally asked, surprised. "Yes, I figured it out. I was with Betty when she paid for Denise's computer. She used a *platinum* credit card. She had a bunch of them in her wallet. Teachers don't make *that* kind of money. I asked her about it and she admitted to who her father was. I put that together with the interest in daddy's company. She admitted that too. I think it's wonderful.... I think Betty's wonderful." Andrea said. "Yes, she is. They all are. You've certainly hit the jackpot for lovers. Everyone of them is quite wonderful." Sally said, twirling a finger teasingly around a nipple. "Yes, they are. I share a very special relationship with each of them. Denise explained it best to me. Each of them touches me in a very special and unique manner. Inside, I mean. Each touches a place inside me that no-one else can. Each fulfills a part of me that no-one else can. That we all gel together so well amazes me. Denise is my savior and protector. She guides me to be the best person I can be. Betty is the one I snuggle to at night. Sort of my security blanket. Cindy just plain instills *joy* in me. They are all lovely, sexy, attentive, loving and bright. That's what I wanted you to share with me." Andrea said, cupping one of Sally's breasts absently. "It's important to you?" Sally asked. "Certainly, but not if it's contrary to your desires." Andrea said, "I just wished you to know the same joy they have given me." "I have felt that joy. I feel it now. I feel it in what they've done for you. I feel it in your talented, loving touch. I see it in your eyes. I hear it in your voice. It is wonderful and magic. But that magic is for you, not me. I get my greatest joy in your happiness. Those women make you happy." Sally said, moving to find Andrea's lips. Andrea responded to the kiss warmly. Their tongues swirled sensually around each others as their hands began to explore each other's bodies again. "Teach me something." Sally asked. Andrea grinned at her. "Come. I have a very special treat to show you... In the shower." she said, rolling off Sally and offering her hand. Sometime later, Sally emptied her lungs as she sagged against the shower wall. Andrea was there to support her. She held her panting in her arms, their slick bodies pressed against each others. Sally's head seemed to roll slowly towards Andrea to find her lips once again. After she recovered a bit, she discovered just why Andrea was so good at that particular thing as she seemed to explode in response to the same. ---------------------------- "I'm done." Denise said, making her way out of the pool. "Yes, me too. And quite ready for a nap myself." Betty said. "I think I'll take a look at that software John brought over." Denise said. "Can I watch? I promise not to distract you. I just love to watch you work." Cindy asked. "Certainly you may watch. I don't think you have a ghost of a chance of not being a distraction to me, but I'd love your company. What I need to do isn't brain burning stuff anyway. I just want to take a peek at how each package does things." Denise said, toweling off. Cindy smiled at her. She toweled off and then wrapped the towel around her rather than put her work clothes back on. She gathered them up to launder, snagging Betty's and Denise's too. ------------------------------- Andrea was brushing her hair out when Sally came up behind her and gently cupped her breasts. She lightly teased her nipples with her thumbs as she bent and kissed her softly on the neck. Andrea quivered a bit and let out a soft moan in response. "Mmm you learn pretty quick." Andrea said, leaning back against her mothers nude body. "This parts not hard to figure out. I figure with as close as your body looks to mine, that you will feel the same thing. I always enjoyed having my breasts played with." Sally said. "Physically, that's probably true." Andrea said, reaching a hand back to caress a thigh. "Physically?" Sally asked. "Yes... Part of what we feel is a conditioned mental response." Andrea replied. "You know, you sure don't talk like a ninth grader. Is this something you learned from Denise?" Sally asked. "Partially her, I try to learn from everybody. I think Jenny told me that, though." Andrea said. "So that's why I just had a strong orgasm in the shower, but you went into major convulsions when I did the exact same thing to you?" Sally asked. "Yes.... In my case, it's undoubtedly connected to the fact that the very first orgasm I had was from anal stimulation." Andrea said. "Well that was certainly apparent. Truth is that like you before.... uh Bobby did that to you, I never connected sexual pleasure with my anus. I was a bit uncomfortable with you doing that at first." Sally admitted. Yes, I have found that it does make some uncomfortable. It did Denise. That is why I showed you that in the shower; So you would know that it was squeaky clean and that I wasn't experiencing any unpleasantness. But the fact is that it wouldn't have mattered to me. I would hardly have noticed any unpleasantness. I was *focused* upon pleasing you." Andrea said, turning in her arms. "Well, having done it in the shower, I know it isn't unpleasant. And knowing how much you like it, I wouldn't hesitate doing it again." Sally said, kissing her softly. "It's not necessary to stimulate it all the time. Occasionally in the shower is nice. But sometimes just a touch at the right moment will set me off like that...... I don't wish you to do things you feel uncomfortable about. But you did ask me to teach you what turned me on. Much as you, I reasoned that with our bodies being so similar, you would pretty much like what I do. I forgot about my mental fixation with that area." Andrea said, then returning the kiss. "No... it's okay. I wish to learn. I wish to know all you know." Sally said, hugging her tightly to her. Andrea frowned a little. "Not all. But I'd love to show you the pleasant stuff." she said, walking her mother back against the counter. She kissed her deeply, then indicated for her to sit on the counter. Sally boosted herself up. Andrea moved between her legs and kissed her again as Sally played with her breasts. Andrea kissed her softly on her neck and began to move downwards. She softly sucked first one and then the other nipple into her mouth and swirled her tongue around them. Her hands teasing over Sally's sides, back and thighs. She continued to kiss downwards. Swirling her tongue around inside Sally's navel. Sally giggled in response. Herself caressing Andrea's back, sides and breasts. Pulling the resin chair up behind her, Andrea sat before the counter and gently spread Sally's labia. She examined the area closely. "Looks like me... Such a pretty little girl. I should name her." she mused. "Her?" Sally asked, not understanding. "Your clitoris. We all have names for ours. Denise started it by naming Betty's after one of Sappho's girlfriends; *Eunieka*, spelled *E U N I E K A,* but sounding like unique. Mine was named; *Little Snake* by Cindy, so I named hers; *Charmer*. Betty named Denise's; *Aphrodite*, after the goddess of love." Andrea explained, reaching out to stroke it a single stroke with her thumb. Sally quivered in response and let out a soft moan. "Please. I would be honored if you were to name her." she said, grinning over *Little Snake* and *Charmer*. "I shall have to get to know her personality better. The naming of something so important is not to be taken lightly." Andrea said, bending to take a swipe at it with her tongue. "Take your time." Sally gasped, leaning back in abandon to Andrea's talent. "I wish I could see her better. I'd like to trim you like mine, but I suspect that Daddy would notice that and wonder about it." Andrea chuckled. "Yes, he would. But I could let him see me do it, then he wouldn't connect it with here or you." Sally said. "That would work, only be careful. I'd like to show you how.... But if you just trimmed the front with scissors, then later I could show you how to shave the rest. You have to be real careful. A nick on your labia can be quite painful." Andrea said. "Yes, I was quite intrigued that you were shaved there. How come you don't shave it all?" Sally asked. "As Denise said, it would attract too much attention in the locker room, but many of the girls are trimmed like a bikini cut. The trim in front works out better anyway. If you shave that part, it's prone to ingrown hairs and itches like crazy till you get used to it. Just trimming it gives you the benefits without the hassle." Andrea said, getting serious about her attack. Any response Sally might have had was suddenly forgotten as she abandon herself to her daughters tongue. ------------------------ "So, you want to talk about it?" Denise asked, poking at the keyboard. Cindy was sitting behind her on a credenza, watching her. Betty was upstairs already asleep. "Talk about what?" Cindy asked, a but uncomfortable. "About what you are so uncomfortable about. About what the situation with Andrea and Sally has brought to the forefront of your mind. I am of course referring to your attraction to Marge." Denise said, turning to her. Cindy found herself blushing uncomfortably and staring into her lap. She seemed not to know what to do with her hands. "Am I so obvious?" she asked. "No, I'm that observant because I love you as I do." Denise replied. "So what do you think about it?" Cindy asked. "The question is: What do *you* think about it?" Denise asked. "I've been trying not to." Cindy said. "Why?" Denise asked. Cindy looked at her in surprise. "Because I'm not supposed to." she said. "But you do." Denise stated. Cindy could only nod. "And you are worried over what we will think of you?" Denise asked. Cindy nodded again. "You already know what I think of it. I think it's perfectly natural for you to think of it." Denise said. "But not do it." Cindy stated. "Not at all. I mean I don't think that's bad. Lord knows your mother is attractive enough to me. So is Sam. They are attractive human beings. Why would it be any different for you to feel the same way?" Denise asked. "Because they are my parents." Cindy half cried. "So you think what Andrea is doing is bad?" Denise asked. "Well, no." Cindy said. "Why would it be any different for you?" Denise asked again. "I don't know." Cindy said, visibly upset. "Look, love. I'm *not* trying to talk you into it or out of it. But it is bothering you and I am trying to help you *deal* with it." Denise said, rolling her chair up next to her. "I don't know how to deal with it." Cindy said. "So that is what we are finding out now, by talking about it." Denise said, reaching up to draw Cindy into a kiss. Cindy responded to the kiss, but afterwards leaned her head on Denise's shoulder. "I guess so." she said. "You don't have to talk about it, I just thought it might help." Denise said. "Yeah... it might." Cindy said, absently caressing Denise's back. "So tell me, when did you first notice yourself noticing them in that manner or thinking of them in that way?" Denise asked, gently. "I guess a bit after Andrea and I first made love. Mom was bent over looking in the fridge and I caught myself admiring her ass." Cindy admitted. "She has a great ass. I've caught myself admiring it many times." Denise said. "Yes, she does. Since then I almost can't help but notice it." Cindy said. "So what about Sam?" Denise prodded. "Well, I guess it was a while after that. I'd already thought about making love with mom. One day she was kissing dad and I started wondering what it was like." Cindy said. Unknown to her, tears had formed in her eyes. Denise waited till one dripped down her cheek and kissed at it softly. "And then you began to think about them together, and then about you with them?" Denise asked. "Yes.... Sometimes at night when I'd masturbate I'd end up thinking about all of us together. I guess it I really started that when I was masturbating one night and I heard them making love. God, I got so hot I had to pull the pillow over my face so they wouldn't hear me." Cindy said, blushing a bit. "So you think about yourself with them, together. What if *I* were there?" Denise asked. Cindy pulled back and looked at her, not knowing what to think. "I hadn't thought about it, not really.... Not all of us, I mean." she said. "But you have pictured me with you and one of them?" Denise asked. "Yes.... I've also pictured you with both of them. But with mom and me mostly." Cindy admitted. "And what if that were to happen? What would you feel?" Denise asked. "I don't know. Mostly I never thought of it really happening. It was just something I thought about when I masturbated. But I've thought about it lots since I found out that mom had an affair with a girl when she was my age." Cindy said, blushing more. Denise pulled her off the credenza into her lap. Cindy snuggled to her as she often did. Comforted by her arms. "So... the thing with Andrea and Sally today reminded you of it?" Denise prodded. Cindy nodded against her. "And now you think you might actually like to try it?" Denise asked. Cindy remained quiet for a long time. "I don't know... I don't know what *they* would think about it." she said. "I think what really scares you, is what they might think of you for bringing it up." Denise offered. Cindy nodded against her and found herself crying again. "So... What if I found out how they feel... In a conversational manner? Not letting them know how you feel?" Denise asked. Cindy looked at her, scared. "Look love, your mother and I have a *very* good relationship. I know she has feelings for you in that manner. I also think your father does. You remember when we stopped there in our slinky dresses? Well your father had quite a bulge in his britches by the time we left. I noticed then that he spent most of his time looking at *you*. So, if I can talk to them about it without revealing how you feel, would you like me to do that?" Denise offered. Cindy kind of shivered against her, but nodded. "Then I will. If they react negatively to it, then they never need know you feel this way, okay?" Denise asked. Cindy nodded against her. She seemed to quiver against her. Denise lifted her chin and kissed her softly. Suddenly Cindy was hungry for her kiss. It turned passionate and lasted a long time. "God I love you." Cindy said afterwards, hugging her hard. "I love you too, darling." Denise said, hugging back. They hugged for a long time. "Feel better?" Denise finally asked. "Yes, thank you." Cindy said, moving to get out of her lap. Denise retained her long enough to collect another kiss from her. Cindy smiled at her and then returned to her seat upon the credenza. Visibly much more relaxed. "You can go back to work now." Cindy chuckled. "Yes... but try to remember in the future that you can talk to me about *anything*." Denise said, holding her hand a moment. Cindy squeezed the hand and moved it to her lips and softly kissed the palm. "I promise... and thank you." she said. Denise squeezed her hand again and then turned to her work. --------------------------- Sally insisted upon returning the favor to Andrea. In truth, she thoroughly enjoyed what she did. It seemed odd; the flavor was almost identical to her own. It was like eating herself out. She could tell from Andrea's moans that she was doing just fine. Fact was that she was hooked. Even if she didn't continue the odd relationship with Andrea, she knew she wanted to do this again and again. But as alien as it seemed, somehow a continued relationship with her daughter felt less like cheating on her husband than it would with someone else. In the back of her mind was the thought of another in her family. From the way Andrea spoke of him, she felt a growing desire to find out for herself what Bobby was like. When he finally deemed to start talking to her. She found herself using the tricks Andrea had taught her about pumping up an orgasm. She used her new skill to bring her daughter to the edge and hold her there while she pumped her up into a frenzy. Then, in a series of flicks she tripped her over the edge. Andrea seemed to explode once more as the massive orgasm gripped her. Her lungs emptied in a cry of passion that was like music to Sally's ears. Sally adroitly followed Andrea's hip movements as Andrea had taught her by example. Andrea's legs were locked around her head anyway. They stayed that way for a time until Sally gently parted them. Giving the area one long last lick starting from the anus she moved upwards to kiss her panting daughter. Andrea met her lips hungrily seeking her own flavor upon her mothers tongue. She hugged her nude body tightly to her as they kissed, breathing hard though her nostrils. "I love you." Andrea gasped between kisses. "I love you too, baby." Sally replied, tenderly caressing her young skin. Finally Andrea just hugged her for a long time as she cooled off. "As I said earlier; you learn *quick*." she said, breathlessly. "I had a great teacher." Sally said, kissing her softly. "I'm not through teaching you yet either." Andrea said. "I'm not sure I'd survive anything else." Sally giggled. "Just one more very pleasant way, we can save the rest for other times." Andrea said, sliding off the counter. She guided Sally back to the bed, their lips hardly parting. Once on the bed, Andrea moved over her and kissed her tenderly. Then she had Sally lay on her side. She lifted her top leg and draped it over her as she scissored herself into her pelvic area. From the first stroke, Sally knew she would enjoy this way. Andrea pumped her pubic area into her. She placed her thumb on the top edge of her clitoris as a reference for her strokes, adding rotation from it as further stimulation. Her palm, laying on Sally's abdomen gave her feedback as to her mothers muscle tension, allowing her to control her state of arousal. She soon had Sally back on the edge once more, emitting moans of pleasure with almost every stroke. Her own mingled with them. She looked down on her mother in complete control. The dominatrix in her reveling in the moment. ----------------------------------- "This is so simple! It's going to be easier than I thought." Denise mumbled to herself. "Maybe simple to you. I don't have a clue what you are doing." Cindy giggled from behind her. "To integrate each piece of this software into my update executive, I have to update any records written by each package. Most of them use very simple file structures. Mostly just outputting data separated by delimiters. Once I understand each file format, it's a simple operation to read updated data and forward it to the laptops or vice versa." Denise answered without separating her attention from the screen. "How can you read that, it looks like mumbo-jumbo?" Cindy asked. "Only if you don't know what you are looking at. See, this here is the data I input. Comparing this to a blank record I started with, it's easy to see the differences. Look, I'll put them side by side with a file comparison utility." Denise said, doing it. Cindy crowded next to her shoulder to examine the results. "I see. They look the same except for the data you input. Those funny little characters separate the data." she said. "Yes, those are the delimiters I was referring to. The program outputs them whether or not the data is there. So on input, it's a direct serial read of the data. Empty slots return null strings. So it's a simple matter of knowing what data goes in what slot. You don't even have to know that. Just compare the files. Where the data has changed, change the other one." Denise said, smiling with pride at Cindy's understanding. Denise leaned to kiss her in reward. Mid kiss they became aware of *very* sincere moans coming from the guest room. They looked at each other and stifled their urge to laugh. "Sounds like our darling is going all out in her lessons." Cindy chuckled. "Sounds like she's enjoying the teaching process herself, that isn't one voice." Denise said. Cindy listened a moment. "You're right." she said, getting distant again. Denise looked at her. Then pulled her onto her lap again and kissed her deeply. "I'll talk to them and find out for you." she told her love. Cindy grinned and pulled her back into another kiss. ------------------------------ John drove around aimlessly, just killing time. He didn't really have errands to run, but he recognized a hustle when he saw one. The women had all wanted him *out*. He was quite certain it wasn't because of his construction techniques. He was quite competent as a carpenter. No, it had to do with Andrea and Sally. John had felt it before. Something serious had been bothering Sally all week. Perhaps even a bit longer. Something about Andrea, something very serious. But what about her could have been more serious than the fact that she was a lesbian, that she was going to be a polygamist lesbian very soon? Andrea had been going through radical changes for at least the past three years. It started just after she entered junior high school. John had dismissed it as just the normal turmoil of a growing teenager. But Andrea had seemed to shoot through the actions and maturity of normal teen growth at almost supersonic speed. It was as if she had suddenly become a full fledged adult in her middle teens. There was a reason for that. Usually the kind of thing that made a person mature rapidly, was either a great responsibility, or a great trauma. Andrea had no real responsibilities, so what left, was great trauma. But what trauma? Perhaps the greatest trauma for women, was rape. Had Andrea been raped? If so, why hadn't she told her parents of it? Why would she possibly keep it from them? Unless........ John pulled the car off to the side of the road. He was trembling badly. He went over the information he had surmised and plugged in the possibility he had glimpsed. It fit all too well and explained an awful lot; Andrea's rapid maturity, her interest in women, her abusive treatment of Cindy and her willingness to share Betty with Bobby. She *wasn't* just sharing Betty with Bobby, she was sharing *Bobby* with Betty!. She was *still* having relations with him! But how was that possible? Bobby was seldom alone with her. Very seldom. Then it all became clear to him. The week when he had taken Sally with him on the business trip to Cincinnati. Andrea's changes in personality had begun almost simultaneously with that event. Andrea and Bobby would get together whenever he took Sally with him out of town! If Sally had figured this out, then it explained her behavior over the past week as well. He could see her dilemma; the options were all bad. Put an already traumatized son back in prison, or condone further incest! It was no fucking wonder that Sally's and Andrea's talk had been so damn emotional! Then another possibility struck John. If Sally had chosen the second option... to condone incest....... Could she be a part of it? John needed more information. He also knew the one person who was most likely to hold all the answers. One exceptionally bright person. A person who probably somehow discovered Andrea's relationship with Bobby. A person who seemed to be pulling all the strings and holding all the cards. John needed to talk to that person and soon. He put the car back into drive and pulled back out onto the highway. ------------------------------- There was no attempt to stifle or muffle the joint cry that emerged from the guest room. They were far beyond that. If there had been any doubt in the other occupants minds as to what was going on in the guest room, that one cry removed it. Either there was gut wrenching, *prime* sex going on, or someone had just been murdered. Nobody gave a moments thought to the latter possibility. Cindy had remained sitting on Denise's lap as they listened to the growing crescendo. They had in fact found it quite exciting. Especially Cindy, for multiple reasons. Now they kissed each other hungrily to help stave off their own passions. Afterwards, Cindy snuggled back against Denise's shoulder. The heard nothing else from the guest room. "I think she killed her." Cindy said. "That's the way to go." Denise mused. "I'll see what I can arrange when you are old and gray." Cindy said, kissing her cheek. "I will never be gray, my hair will turn white." Denise said. "Doesn't have the same ring to it: Old and *white*? Sounds like a racial slur." Cindy mused. "Or a political voting category." Denise chuckled. Cindy giggled with her. "I love these times with you." Denise said. "So do I." Cindy said, her giggles stopping. They melted together for another long sensual kiss. ------------------------------ Andrea shifted over Sally, moving between her legs. She managed to crawl up on top of her, supporting her weight on her elbows as much as she could. Sally hugged her tight to her as soon as she was in range of her arms. Once face to face, the kisses were hungry and searching. Andrea knew just what she was doing when she began to slowly, sensually move her hips atop her mother. Sally half gasped in her kissing, but was powerless now to stop Andrea. She was fully in her spell. Whatever her daughter chose to do to her was fine with her. For only the second time in her life Sally was romantically in love with another. First had been John, whom she still adored. Now it was her own daughter Andrea. But love is love. Those in it are powerless to control what they feel. Sally was no exception. She began to respond to Andrea's hip movements with her own. "Slow and easy." Andrea crooned to her. Sally complied with Andrea's command and instantly fell into sync with her. She found it almost overpowering. Andrea was face to face with her, their eyes locked as they moved. From time to time Andrea would dip her head and they would kiss sensually. Playing games with their tongues. Swirling them together and chasing them into each others mouths. They sucked on each others lips and tongues or just barely slid them over one another lightly. Their nipples dragged over each others and their hands explored the softness of each others skin. From a long distance Sally felt the wave building inside her. Somehow this one was different. Not a body wracking lung emptying orgasm like she had just experienced a few minutes before, no, this was slow, easy; gentle and *soul touching*. When it arrived, the women shared it together and it felt as if their souls merged. They continued their eye contact through the orgasm. Then they kissed softly. It was the single most romantically devastating moment each had ever known. It was emotionally overpowering. Afterwards they slowed even more until they were just laying together looking into each others eyes. Their fingers playing softly over each others bodies. "I love you." Sally said, softly, tears in her eyes. "I love you too." Andrea replied. "No.... I mean.... I love you like .... you were someone else. Like I wasn't your mother." Sally said. "I know... I mean that way too." Andrea said, quietly. "What have we done?" Sally asked, not knowing why she asked it. "We have crossed one of the most sacred lines that society has ever drawn. And we can't step back. Not now. Not ever." Andrea replied, holding her gaze. Sally nodded to her. "No, we can't step back." she said, pulling Andrea into another kiss. They clung to each other. Both frightened by what had happened. Both knowing they were powerless against it happening again and again. After a time, Andrea guided them back into the shower. There they just clung to each other and let the water rinse their perspiration away. From time to time they would kiss softly. --------------------------- "Is that the shower again?" Cindy asked. "I would imagine so. They probably well needed it after that last session." Denise said, distantly. "What's on your mind, love." Cindy asked, knowing her. "I may have been wrong.... They might not get over it." Denise said, absently. "What would that mean to us?" Cindy asked, concerned. "I don't know...... I haven't a clue." Denise said, hugging Cindy to her. Chapter Twenty Six The drive to Andrea's parents was mostly quiet. Nothing was said about the events that took place in the guest room. Sally looked out the window at the landscape as Denise drove along. Cindy in the back, lost in her own contemplation. Andrea had openly kissed her mother good-bye, then gone up to nap with Betty. It was as if she was a bit afraid to face Denise and Cindy at the moment. They had honored her need for space. Denise was lost in her own contemplation of the events. "I guess we should talk." Sally finally said quietly, when they were almost there. "Yes... Perhaps next week sometime?" Denise asked, glancing at her. "Yes... I guess that would be best. Give us all time to think about things for a bit." Sally said. "That's what I had in mind." Denise replied. "I didn't expect it would be this way." Sally said. "No... We never do." Denise replied. "You aren't angry with us?" Sally asked. "No... of course not. None of us saw this. Least of all me." Denise said. "It may not change anything." Sally said. "That, we shall have to see. We'll talk next week after we've all thought about it." Denise said, pulling into the driveway. "I don't think time will change what.... *we*.... feel." Sally said. "No... It will only give us all time to think about how it affects us." Denise said, stopping the car. "I don't want it to affect the rest of you. Andrea loves you. She needs you. This doesn't change that." Sally said. "No. I know that. It just complicates it a bit. Don't worry. It will work out alright." Denise said, taking her hand and squeezing it. Sally moved to open the door. She stopped and turned back to Denise and leaned and kissed her softly. Denise didn't fight it, nor did she escalate it. The front driveway wasn't the place for it. Instead, she hugged Sally reassuringly. "Thank you... for everything." Sally said, then she got out and walked to the house. Denise and Cindy watched her step inside. Sally stopped on the step and turned to them. Denise smiled at her and Sally waved then stepped inside. Cindy got out and climbed into the front seat. She took Denise's hand and squeezed it in support. Denise nodded her thanks and put the car in reverse. They didn't talk on the way to Cindy's, but when they got there, there was no question of their destination. They walked straight into Cindy's bedroom and began to disrobe. They moved into each others arms as they fell onto the bed together, their lips already seeking each others. They made passionate love, comforting each other. Not displacing the worry that had invaded them, just making it's presence more tolerable. Later they lay snuggled together tightly. "So how does this change things between us all?" Cindy asked, finally. "I don't know, love. I don't know that it will." Denise said. "It feels like it will." Cindy said. "Not between you and me. Nor Betty and us. Perhaps not even between Andrea and all of us. But it certainly is a factor none of us counted on." Denise said. "I don't want to lose Andrea." Cindy cried. "Nor do I love. Perhaps we won't. I still don't see Sally leaving John. But she's bound to be a regular part of Andrea's existence from now on." Denise said. "But what exactly happened? I don't understand. We all knew what they were doing." Cindy said. "Yes, but we didn't know they were falling *in love*. That's what happened. They fell in love. Like you and I are *in love*. That didn't exist before. Now it does." Denise said. "Wasn't that a possibility?" Cindy asked. "Yes... I guess so. I should have seen it. But I don't know what I could have done about it if I had, or if I should have done anything about it." Denise said. "It's not your fault." Cindy said. "Isn't it? I almost *forced* them together. Andrea was scared to death to talk to her. I insisted upon her doing it. I covered for them when I knew what was going on. I could have stopped it." Denise said. "How?" Cindy asked. "I don't know... I didn't even try." Denise said, tears in her eyes. Cindy held her tightly to her and caressed her gently. "It's not your fault. Nobody has control over anybody else's hearts. And I don't see how it's different. Isn't this just what you told me long ago? That there could be more than one special someone in a persons life at the same time? Isn't that the thing that we've all known that allowed us all to be the way we've been?" Cindy asked. And there lay the answer, Denise realized. So simple. It *wasn't* any different. It made no difference who the other person who touched you was. They all still touched those same places inside of Andrea. She still touched them in them. Now Andrea just had another. Sally did too. Denise hugged Cindy tightly and kissed her tenderly. "Yes, my dear sweet beloved. You are correct, of course. It doesn't change anything. Andrea just has another is all. But we all still have each other." she said. Cindy smiled at her and felt a mental sigh of relief. Their lips found each other again. This time hungry in celebration. ---------------------------------- Betty stirred. Andrea was almost shivering against her. She had tears on her cheeks. Betty instantly pulled her to her and felt Andrea sob against her. Betty held her tightly and kissed at her tears. "What's wrong, love? What's happened?" she asked. "I love her." Andrea cried, sobbing against her. "I know you do." Betty said. "No.... I mean I *love her*... *like I love you!*" Andrea cried. "*Oh....*" Betty said, suddenly seeing what she meant. She held Andrea tightly to her while she considered the implications of that. Denise had apparently errored in her assessment of the situation. Not that that changed a thing. For her to be wrong was very unusual, but not an impossibility. Nor did it detract one bit from what Betty felt for her. Nor did the new developments change the way she felt about Andrea one single bit. "Please don't hate me!" Andrea cried. "Hate you?" Betty asked, puzzled, "God Andrea! I love you! I will always love you. This changes nothing between us. Not you and me at least. I see no reason why it would change things between you and the others either." "You don't hate me?" Andrea asked, sobbing. "No, of course not. This only complicates things a bit. But not much. I still wish to marry you.... If you still wish to marry me?" Betty asked. "Yes! Oh yes! I still love you. My love for her doesn't mean I don't love you! I will always love you. God, I need you! I'd be lost without you!" Andrea cried, sobbing against her. "I love you too, baby. It will all be alright. We'll work it out." Betty comforted her. She held Andrea tight to her and let her sob herself out. Then she gently kissed her tears away. Their lips found each others and they found they were hungry for each other. ------------------------- "I think, love. That we should get back. I think Andrea needs us. She needs us to show her that we still love her." Denise said. Cindy nodded against her. They shared one last passionate kiss between them and then rolled off the bed and began to dress. Before they left the house, Denise pulled her into her arms and hugged her. "Thank you for being strong for me." Denise said, kissing her softly. "My turn." Cindy chuckled, returning the kiss, "And you are *most* welcome." They kissed again for a long time. "You don't mind if I love you forever, do you?" Denise asked. "Nope. Fits in nicely with my schedule." Cindy said, sharing one last kiss with her. On the way home, Cindy held her hand. There was an easy silence between them. They both knew that at least they were secure. They were on the way to make certain that their other loves were too. --------------------------- Andrea rested easily in Betty's arms. Their session had been hungry and driven. Their orgasm explosive and mutual. Now they shared the warm, blissful afterglow of each others love. "So tell me love, how was she?" Betty asked. "Inexperienced.... but an extremely fast learner." Andrea chuckled. "I must admit that I've found myself wondering about my own mother, especially since she told me she had a large clitoris too." Betty said. "You be careful, my love. It might just get *real* complicated for us." Andrea said. "Yes, I can see that." Betty mused. "I don't know... It was....almost like making love to myself. Her body is so similar to mine. Her nipples are the same. Her clitoris looks identical, her labia looks the same, she even tastes like I do. I guess that's why we clicked so well together. We *knew* what the other would feel when we did something. She eventually made me feel things even I didn't know of, and I thought you all had pretty much covered every square inch of my body many, many times." Andrea said, continuing her answer to the earlier question. "Oh... what things?" Betty asked, intrigued. "I'm afraid to tell you." Andrea chuckled, "she found a spot that just melted me inside." "Than perhaps I'd better know it..... Or maybe not. I know enough of those spots already. If you keep it secret, then it's special just between you two." Betty said. "You don't mind if we continue to make love together... her and I?" Andrea asked. "No love. You wish to I take it?" Betty asked. Andrea didn't say anything for a moment, then nodded against her. "Well love. We were hiding your relationship with Bobby anyway. I don't see how this is any different. Truth of the matter is that this is much less dangerous than that. But I wouldn't tell June about it if I were you." Betty said. Andrea looked at her a moment and then busted out laughing. "No... I won't be telling June about it!" she said, between laughs. "That's very good to hear." Denise said, "so is your laugh." she said, moving to sit next to them on the bed. Andrea suddenly found herself in Denise's arms. She found she needed to feel her arms around her as much as she had Betty's earlier. Next in line was Cindy. Andrea hugged her with all her might. "I think, that I'm elected to make dinner." Betty mused. "Call for it. My treat. I think it's important right now that we are all here." Denise offered, turning to kiss her warmly. Betty found she was somehow as hungry for her as Andrea had been. Dinner didn't even get ordered for some time. They all lay together softly caressing each other for a long time. Finally, it was Denise who slipped off to order dinner. Andrea found her in the kitchen making coffee. She came up behind her and hugged her. "Thank you for still loving me." she said. "That, my love, is something over which I have no control." Denise said, turning in her arms. "Thank you anyway. I was afraid you would be angry with me." Andrea said, hugging her. "I wasn't angry... I was worried about how this was going to affect us. It was Cindy who pointed out to me that this was no different than what has made it possible for us all to love each other as we do. That a person can have more than one special someone in their lives at the same time. It doesn't matter who that other special someone is. They're still special to you." Denise said. "But she's my mother!" Andrea said. "Darling. There are two ways to look at this. One, you are *fucking* your mother. The other is that you are sharing a very special love with someone you love very deeply and have for a long time. I choose to think of it in the second manner. That's the way I'm going to treat it. But it would be nice if you didn't introduce any *new* special someones into your life for a little while." Denise said, tousling Andrea's hair. "I promise." Andrea said, kissing her softly. A buzz at the gate was the delivery of Dinner. Denise answered the door. The young woman who made the delivery was extremely cute. Andrea took one look at her and promptly left the area. Denise chuckled to herself as she paid and tipped her. Andrea returned sheepishly to the kitchen after the gate was securely shut behind her. "She *was* cute, wasn't she?" Denise teased. "I didn't really notice." Andrea said, nonchalantly. Denise busted out laughing. A moment later Andrea joined her. ------------------------------- Sally was kind of quiet during dinner. John didn't ask about her talk with Andrea. Sally was grateful. She wasn't sure what she would have told him. After dinner though while they sipped a second cup of decaff, Sally found her eyes drawn to Bobby. He was back reading again. This time an advanced programming book Denise had loaned them. His laptop was in his lap. From time to time he would flip it open and try something. Feeling eyes upon her. Sally turned to find John looking at her curiously. "Shall we go to bed, love." he asked. Sally nodded, unable to avoid his gaze. They said their good-nights to Bobby and made their way to the bedroom. Once inside, Sally found herself becoming excited. When John kissed her tenderly on the neck and shoulder, she found herself moaning softly. She turned into his arms and they kissed hungrily. They made love without speaking. It was somehow frenzied up to a point, then Sally suddenly slowed it down and it became as sensual and passionate as they had ever known. It may have been one of the most perfect lovemaking encounters they had ever even known had not Sally called out *Andrea's* name at the moment of their orgasm. She didn't realize what she had done until they were again laying together snuggled together. Then Sally found herself quivering with fear. "Want to talk about it?" John asked, caressing her softly. "I guess we'd better." Sally said, tears dripping down her cheeks. "I think I know, if it helps any." he offered. "Oh god John... I'm so scared." she said. "Don't be... it will work out alright." he said. "You don't understand.... I *love* her." Sally cried. "I know you do, love. I love her too." he said. "Not like this you don't." Sally said. "Yes... *I do*." he said, quietly. Sally pulled back and looked at him in the pale light coming from the bathroom. She could see that he was telling the truth. She sagged back against him, uncertain if the information was comforting or not. "How long have you felt this way." she asked. "For a while... I guess I should have talked to you about it before." he said. "I don't know that it would have helped.... Knowing you felt the same might have only made me do it earlier." Sally said. "What's done is done." he said. She lifted her head again and looked at him. "No... God help me it's not." she said. He nodded acceptance of her confession and pulled her back to him. She quivered against him. But finding comfort in his embrace. "Years ago... You knew I was unfaithful to you. You stayed with me. I owe you the same loyalty at least." he said. "I don't know if it's the same. It didn't feel like it. I wasn't unfaithful to you.... I did not make love with the others. It felt more like I was being faithful to her." she said, quivering against him. "Alright... you'd better tell me all about it." he said. "I'm not so sure you really wish to know." Sally said. "I think it involves Bobby and Andrea. We can start there." he said. Sally fought the urge to stiffen against him, but apparently he already knew. She lay in his arms for a time without saying anything, then she found herself telling him all of the story that she knew. ---------------------------- Over dinner, Andrea ended up talking about her conversation with her mother. She told the others about her conclusion about being unfaithful to her father. Denise kind of nodded to herself. "That has a sort of ragged logic to it, if she really feels that way. But she may have just been rationalizing to herself." Denise said. "Why would she do that?" Andrea asked. "To give her subconscious time to deal with something that's so alien to her upbringing. It's not uncommon for the mind to do that sort of thing in highly emotional situations." Denise said Andrea nodded, thinking back at how she had rationalized her treatment of Cindy. "Do you think what we did was wrong?" she asked. "Do you?" Denise asked. Andrea was quiet for a moment. "No... Or I don't care if it was. It was one of the most profoundly beautiful things I've ever experienced." she replied finally. "Then that is the way we will treat it, love." Denise said, leaning to kiss her cheek. "Do keep in mind however, that the rest of the world is not going to share that view. Whereas we may someday reveal *our* relationship to them, you may *never* reveal this. It would *not* be understood." she added. "I don't think that will be a problem. Nobody need know what is going on on this estate, but us." Betty offered. "We still have one outstanding wild card." Denise said. "John?" Betty asked. Denise nodded. -------------------------------- John had listened without comment to the whole story. Now Sally lay in his arms awaiting her fate. "Andrea promised no sexual relationship with Bobby until he is certified sterile?" John asked. "Yes, I was quite adamant about that." Sally said. John nodded. "Yes... Well, I don't see any other way we can handle it, really." he said. "You aren't mad?" Sally asked. "At whom? For what? Yes, I'm mad as hell at the people who really started all this; The people who tortured Bobby. But as I said earlier, done is done. At this point to deal with it in any other manner would only alienate our children and cause them more trauma." John said. "And what about me?" she asked. "I can't fault you for feeling something I feel myself." he replied. "You haven't done anything about it." she pointed out. "No... but I can't say I could say no if I found myself in that situation either." John admitted. "So you are willing to overlook it?" she asked. "No, I'm willing to accept it." John corrected. "Really?" Sally asked. "Yes, really. As far as I can see, the alternative is to lose you and my whole family, but that's not why I am accepting it. The argument about incest is true. The foundation for the taboo is based upon the deformed child factor. That is being dealt with. The rest *is* based upon homophobia. I've already dealt with my feelings on that concerning Andrea marrying Betty and the others. So I have no foundation for objection." John said. "You know, I love you more every day." Sally said, getting misty eyed. "As I do you, love. But in exchange for granting you this freedom, I wish the same." John said. "I guess that's only fair." Sally said, uneasily, knowing she now had no valid grounds for objection. "Not for others... outside. I have no hot desire for any of my secretaries." John said. "Who then?" Sally asked. "Denise in particular. Perhaps the others .... and Andrea if they are interested." John said. Sally digested this a moment... then she saw it. "You and Denise are attracted to each other?" Sally asked. "Yes, we were almost from the first instant we met. I would not have ever pursued it though, had this not come up." John admitted. "Alright, that's only fair. Lord knows I want her myself. I never dreamed we'd turn out this way." Sally said. "Which way?" John asked. "Swingers." Sally chuckled. "Well, darling. I didn't either. But the one thing common in all swingers is an intense enjoyment of sex. I think we both share that. I wouldn't mind a little further intense enjoyment right now. Why don't you show me some of those things our daughter taught you." John said. "Join me in the shower." Sally said, mischievously. ------------------------ "You said my mother was rationalizing her behavior. Do you think she was cheating on my father with me?" Andrea asked Denise as they sat around a fire sipping wine. "Only in the same sense that we are being unfaithful to the others when any of us make love to each other. As you are to Cindy when you and I make love." Denise replied. "Or as we all were to each other when we made love with Jenny." Betty added. "I don't follow. You think we are being unfaithful to each other?" Andrea asked. "No, I don't. But then, we never promised each other that we wouldn't see others. In fact, it's been accepted from the first that we would see others. That's not the case with your parents. They promised each other that they wouldn't, or it was implied or accepted in their marriage vows at the time they took them. That's what marriage meant then. That's why I have asked each of you what marriage means to you. I do not wish to be unfaithful to any promise I make any of you. Nor do I wish you to feel like you are being unfaithful to me. But that is us. As I say, it was accepted at the time your parents were married that monogamy was the *only *acceptable practice. So to that acceptance and implied promise, yes, she was unfaithful. But you say she told you your father had an affair once and they survived it. Not that two wrongs make a right, but it may mean that your parents have each now accepted that is not what marriage means to them. Perhaps they will come to feel as we do, that it represents an unbreakable bond between us, no matter what else happens." Denise said. Andrea nodded to herself in understanding. "Well loves, it's been an eventful day. I think we should turn in so we can hit it again early. You'll be happy to hear, Andrea, that we have saved enough of the wallboard hanging that you can feel as tired as we do today. You've spent a good portion of the day making love and tomorrow we expect you to make up for it by working your cute little fanny off." Betty chuckled. "I guess that's only fair. So you still think it's cute?" Andrea asked, grinning. "Yes, and I'm willing to kiss it a few times to prove it, but not all night. Even with the nap I took, I'm tired." Betty said, getting to her feet. "Gosh... I'm kind of loved out for the day." Andrea chuckled. "Then you are welcome to watch the rest of us or go to sleep." Cindy teased, calling her bluff. Andrea looked a bit hurt a moment until she caught the twinkling wink between Cindy and Betty. "I may just join her, as I didn't have a nap today." Denise said, keeping things in perspective. "Guess it's just you and me, babe." Betty said to Cindy. "Suits me." Cindy grinned. Fact was that when they climbed into bed, it was into the sleeping configuration. They kissed each other good night, but then snuggled in and were all soon fast asleep. Chapter Twenty Seven Andrea did discover how tiring putting up wallboard was as they finished up all of it before lunch the next day. Then they got most the taping completed after lunch before calling it a day just before Betty had to get ready for her run with Bobby. The others hit the hot tub while she was getting ready. She stopped by the tub to collect kisses before leaving dressed in her thermal skin tight outfit. "My, that looks good enough to eat. Can we have you for dinner?" Cindy chuckled. "Yes, with or without the outfit?" Betty asked, bending to kiss her again in reward for the compliment. "Oh, we can start with it on, but I don't think it will last." Cindy replied after the kiss. "I think that's doable. What is for dinner anyway?" Betty asked, reminding the girls it was their turn to cook. "Gosh, hadn't thought of it. Maybe tonight is a good night to get Denise to tell me how to make that peanut butter and pasta stuff." Cindy said. "Too many calories for me." Betty said. "Not from my view of that outfit." Andrea chuckled. "I think you can chance it. We have been burning a lot of calories lately, and you do look mighty *fine* in that outfit." Denise said, admiring it. "And you look mighty fine in that one. Or any one. But I've got to run or I'll miss Bobby." Betty said, collecting a second round of kisses anyway. "She's right, you do look fine in any outfit, especially the one you have on now." Andrea said. "Thank you. You look fine as well. You both do." Denise replied. "I don't think she wishes to be seduced." Andrea chuckled. "Well I do." Cindy said, turning to her. "It has been a while since you and I had a private snuggle, hasn't it." Andrea said. "Gosh, you finally noticed." Cindy teased. "I'm sorry love. I guess I have been sort of distracted lately." Andrea said, pulling Cindy onto her lap. "I was teasing, love. But I do think we are overdue for a little têté-a-têté." Cindy said, moving to kiss her. Andrea found herself responding hungrily. Suddenly she hugged Cindy to her tightly. "Thank you for putting up with me." she said, getting misty eyed. "What on earth made you think that was difficult?" Cindy asked, hugging her back. "God I don't deserve you." Andrea said. "Perhaps, but you've got me. Now as that quote in 'Topgun' went: *Take me to bed or lose me forever*." Cindy chuckled. "I'll take the first option, gladly." Andrea said, hugging her tightly. "Will you join us?" Cindy asked Denise. "Thank you loves, but you go ahead. I want to get some programming done. I'll snag Betty for a little of the same when she gets back." Denise said. "Gosh, and I was going to guide us into the guest room. I'll bet it just reeks of Billings natural perfume. But if you are going to program, we'll go upstairs so we don't disturb you." Cindy said. "Maybe I should change the bedding in there first." Andrea offered, blushing a bit. "No, I quite like that aroma myself. I'll take care of it *after* Betty and I are through." Denise chuckled. She kissed each of the girls before they climbed out and headed for the bedroom. She couldn't help but watch them go.... She was sorely tempted to accept their invitation. But she really did want to get some programming done. Ever since she had looked at the software packages, her mind had been partially occupied with how to go about it. Now she had answers, she wanted to get them down while they were fresh. She climbed out and dried herself. Then donned a robe and headed for the library. It was almost an hour later when Betty found Denise still at it. In truth she was almost done. Betty bent and kissed her on the neck. "Mmm hello, love. How was the run?" Denise asked, taking one of Betty's hands and kissing the palm. "Not bad. Bobby didn't say much." Betty said "You didn't tell him Sally knew? Or about her and Andrea?" Denise asked. "Heavens no, not my place. Either of them. That's either Sally's or Andrea's responsibility." Betty said, massaging Denise's shoulders. "Mmm I'll give you exactly an hour to stop that." Denise crooned. "*Two* is what I had in mind. Where are the girls?" Betty asked. "Going for a little one on one. I think it's an excellent idea. How do you feel about Eau-de-Billings? Cindy was mentioning earlier that the guest room must absolutely reek of it." Denise asked, pulling Betty down into a kiss. "Mmm I'm quite fond of the younger vintage and I find the elder most intriguing." Betty said, trying to give Denise an upside down kiss. She had to tip Denise's chair back to accomplish it. "Mmm give me a sec to save this then we can continue while engulfed with dual vintage aroma." Denise said, tipping forward and making a few keystrokes. Betty waited patiently for her. Then followed her into the guest room. In truth it did reek of the Billings women. Both Betty and Denise found the natural abundant pheromones quite pleasantly exciting. Their session became hot and heavy almost at once. Later they lay blissfully in each others arms. "I guess we haven't talked about what happened yesterday... privately, I mean." Betty said. "You wish to, I take it?" Denise asked. "A bit. How do you really feel about it?" Betty asked, playfully teasing a nipple. Denise rolled over half atop her. She looked up at Betty, placing her chin on her hand, atop one of her breasts. "Mixed." she said. "Why so?" Betty asked, moving a curl aside from Denise's forehead. "Because it introduces another variable into the equation." Denise replied. "Ah... But so does Penelope. I've been thinking that maybe I'd better call that off." Betty said. "Nope." Denise said. "Why not?" Betty asked, surprised. "If you do not wish to bed Penelope, then don't, but don't not do because you think I wish you not to. I don't. I think it would be a great mistake on your part." Denise said. "I don't understand. On the one hand you say that Sally is a another variable and that you feel mixed about it because of that. Penelope could be just as big an outside variable and you know it. Every outside variable threatens the stability of our core group. You know that is so." Betty said. "True, but not as much as the alternative." Denise said. "I don't follow." Betty said. "Alright... Yes, I feel a little uncomfortable about outside relationships. That's natural for me to feel. For any of us to feel. But we've already had our time with Jenny." Denise started. "What's that have to do with it, we all wanted Jenny." Betty asked. "I'm not through, and not right away we didn't. Fact is that Jenny made you damned insecure. You felt like she was a threat to what I feel for you. Even though that was not true. It wouldn't even have been true had she been free to join us. No more than it was true of either Cindy or Andrea. You felt not the least amount of threat from Andrea, but that was because you two hit it off so well right from the start. But I remember you asking me if you and I were still on after my time with Cindy. My answer then and now is a resounding yes. In my heart, my mind and my soul, you and I are *permanent*! No matter whatever or *whoever* happens to us. But look at this from say... Cindy's point of view. I've had my fling with Jenny, you with June and now Andrea with Sally. If we sliced it off now, then she would feel slighted. Even if she had no-one in mind and never had any interest in an outside affair. You might even feel the same way about me and Jenny if you weren't free to pursue things with Penelope. I don't know that is so, but I don't think you do either. What I'm saying, is that the reason it has worked so well for us four, is because we have had that freedom. If we make that a law now, then it's no longer a freedom. That freedom is one of our greatest strengths. It's what allows us to love each other. We could not do that in a restrictive relationship. We would become catty, possessive and jealous of each other. And that applies in other directions too. Now it's planed for Bobby to come live here and for you and Andrea to share him. Now I don't know if Cindy and I will become involved with him. Maybe, maybe not. But say we didn't. Then you two have something that we don't. Now I don't think in those terms now, and I know Cindy doesn't either. And we don't, because right now, we *all* have that freedom to pursue *whatever* outside relationships we wish to. Yesterday when Andrea and Sally asked me to join them, I was free to either accept or decline the invitation on my own. I didn't have to worry that an acceptance would have made you or Cindy feel insecure. I declined because I thought that they needed the time alone. That may have helped bring about what did, but I would still chose the way I did even knowing that. But I *like* having that option. Even knowing that every option accepted is a possible instability to us. I think not having the options is not only a possible instability, but a probable one. And a very serious one. Our freedom to love more than one is the very foundation of us *four* as a family. Without it, we eventually won't even be able to love each other as we do." Denise said. "Yes... I see. Did you ask me to marry you because Jenny made me feel insecure?" Betty asked. "Yes and no." Denise replied. "Which is it?" Betty asked. "No, I did not ask you to marry me because you felt insecure. I asked you to marry me because I love you with all my being. Yes, I asked you to marry me *when* I did because I felt that you needed that extra security at that moment -and you did. But it only influenced *when*, not *why*. The why is that I love you. I will always love you. I have loved you from the first moment we made love. Each time we make love is like a dream come true to me. I want to know that dream for the rest of my life and through eternity if possible." Denise replied. Betty's eyes were misty with joy. Denise moved up and kissed her tenderly. "You remember the day you met me at the door dresses as a geisha girl?" Denise asked. "Yes, very vividly. I was scared to death. I loved you so much already and I didn't have a clue how to be in love." Betty said. "We are all still learning that... But I remember telling you something that day. Something that I meant with all my heart." Denise said. "What was that?" Betty asked, knowing anyway. "*We will know sunsets and sunrises, meadows and mountains, fine wines and fine meals. Our love will be both tender and frantic. There is a place for both. We will watch each other grow old and feeble and love each other more each passing day. When we are too old to do else, we will sit and hold hands and share each others gaze. We shall revel in each passing moment. Should there be a here-after, I will hold you in my arms until the stars cease to burn and then comfort you in the darkness for eternity.*" Denise quoted from memory. Betty quivered noticeably beneath Denise. Tears of joy sprung from her eyes and threatened to run into her ears. Denise headed them off with her lips. Softly kissing the lids afterwards. "You *remembered*." Betty almost gasped. "Yes, I meant what I said. I also remember what I told you in bed." Denise said. "*We will share each others successes and failures. When we desire we will make love. When the whim hits us we will kiss or softly touch the others cheek. We will mow the lawn and work in the garden and take out the trash and wash the toilets. We will shower together or share a hot tub when we can. We will cook for each other and do each others hair and smile at the other when they are bitchy. Sometimes we will quarrel about trivialities. Then we will make up passionately. We will share tenderness and lust. We will spend quiet time reading, just content that the other one is there and loves us. We will roll in the grass and play in the snow. We will work up a sweat and kiss it from each others bodies. We will hear and smell each others farts and see each other grow wrinkles. And we will enjoy every second of it. All I ask of you is the pleasure of sharing your lips and your life. All I offer in return is the same." *Betty quoted perfectly. "I *am* impressed." Denise said, kissing her softly. "Thank you, I *do* read books, remember?" Betty chuckled. "Yes... and I climb ropes. I expect you will be reading books much longer than I will be climbing ropes though." Denise mused. "Won't save you from my love. I've quite fallen for that magnificent brain of yours." Betty said, rolling over her. "*I'd really like to suck on her brain*.... Doesn't quite have the same ring to it, does it?" Denise chuckled. "Dear heart, if you are of the opinion that your body is deteriorating, your brain may not be functioning as well as I thought. There is not an ounce on your body that is not strategically located to trip my saliva production into high gear. If anything you have become progressively sexier as we've gotten more active. I adore you body, soul and mind. That's going to continue as long as any of the three exist for me to love." Betty said. Denise quivered in her arms and tears sprung to her eyes. "*That*, my love, is *precisely* what I was trying to tell *you*." she said, hugging Betty tightly to her. They lay together for a long time, just hugging each other. Their lips found each other and the kiss deepened. Betty positioned herself over Denise and began to move her hips in a manner each had grown to love. ----------------------- "I don't know how, but I love you more with each passing day." Andrea mused, softly playing in Cindy's hair. "If you figure it out, let me know. It might explain how it is happening to me with you." Cindy said, kissing her cheek. "I don't know how you put up with me. I've been a basket case all week." Andrea said, snuggling to the young brunette. "I put up with you, because I love you through and through. Your distress this past week has only given me an opportunity for me to love you even more." Cindy said. "It can't have been too pleasant." Andrea said. "It wasn't unpleasant. To the contrary. You've been extraordinarily hot all week. Even hotter than you normally are." Cindy chuckled, softly drawing her fingers over her friends body. Andrea hugged herself to her tightly. "Please don't ever leave me. I couldn't survive without you." she said, tears springing to her eyes. "You know that isn't true as well as I do. You are a survivor. But I have no intention of ever leaving you. I will love you forever." Cindy said, comforting her. "That's my line... It is I who will love you forever." Andrea said, tears dripping from her cheeks. Cindy kissed them from her face, then shared them as her lips found Andrea's. She spun them in bed and moved over the lithe young body. Her hands moved to tease her breasts as she positioned her hips between her thighs. She began to move much as Betty was atop Denise at that very moment. Andrea joyfully responded, falling into synchronization with her. They moved slowly, face to face, kissing often. Their eyes open and locked to each others between kisses. A distant wave built up in each of them. When it broke upon them, their voices rang out in a dulcet duet. It was matched in the guest room by Betty's and Denise's. Afterward, they slowed their movements even more as they tenderly caressed each other. "I *will* love you forever, you know." Andrea said, breathlessly. "Super. Matches my schedule with you, my love." Cindy replied, caressing her. Andrea kind of quivered in her arms and Cindy held her tight for a long time. "I guess we'd better see to fixing dinner. Our other loves are probably starving." Cindy said, moving to roll aside. Andrea held her a moment longer while she extracted one last kiss, which Cindy made outstanding. Afterwards, they dressed and made their way downstairs. A new bond of strength to their relationship. They were well into preparing dinner when Denise and Betty joined them in the kitchen. Each came up behind the girls, wrapping their arms around them and kissing them softly on the neck. Cindy giggled and turned in Denise's arms to receive a real kiss. Andrea did the same with Betty. "Mmm. How was your snuggle?" Denise asked, between kisses. "Quite nice, how was yours?" Cindy replied. "Mmm. Lovely." Denise said, kissing her again. "Good. Now you may sit back and admire our lovely bodies while we cook." Cindy chuckled, walking her back to a chair while they still kissed. "Oh, I can do that!" Denise chuckled, imitating Cindy's demeanor. They shared a last kiss before Cindy finally pulled away. Next to her Andrea and Betty were playing out the same scene. The girls kissed each other in kinship as they moved back to their preparations. "Pretty nice duty we've drawn here, love." Andrea mused. "Outstanding, I should say. The adoring gazes of two lovely women who adore us, as we work. I couldn't ask for more." Cindy mused. "I think we could quite get used to this ourselves. Sitting back observing two lovely nubiles cook us dinner while we relax." Denise chuckled. "I seem to recall many, many times when the roles were reversed." Cindy said. "That's why it works so well between us." Betty said. "I think they call it love." Andrea giggled. "Must be." Denise said. The girls got the chicken breasts into the oven and the rice and vegetables on to simmer then moved to sit in the older women's laps. Denise snagged Andrea and Betty Cindy. "Feeling less distressed?" Denise asked Andrea, softly kissing her behind her ear. Andrea fought her moan and shied away a bit. That was one of the spots her mother had discovered she was quite vulnerable to. "Much, Cindy's touch always has a calming effect upon me." Andrea said. "Mmm. Maybe you should marry the girl." Denise teased. "I fully intend to, just as soon as we can. I intend to marry you all." Andrea replied, before kissing her tenderly again. "This is just too good. I can't help but feel I'm off in a dream." Cindy said, Betty's lips upon her neck. "If it is a dream, then we all share it." Betty replied, continuing her busses. "How long do you think our passports will take?" Cindy asked. "I don't know love. Soon I hope." Betty replied. "From friends of mine, I seem to recall the process taking about a month." Denise said. "If that's average, then they will be here long before we can use them, so don't worry love." Betty said, kissing Cindy softly on the cheek. "I'm not worried, just curious. And why couldn't we use them right away?" Cindy asked. "We have to get entrance visa's to Aruba. We can't do that until we get the passports. Then we decide when we'd like to go, make arrangements and apply for the visa's. When they arrive, we go." Betty said, lightly teasing Cindy's breast through her T-shirt. She found Cindy responding by feeling her breasts too. She succumbed and moved her hand up under her shirt to feel Cindy's breasts directly. Her nipples were large and erect under her fingers. Cindy fairly purred in response to her attentions. "So when do you *think* we'll be able to get married?" Cindy asked, kissing down Betty's neck. "I'm thinking about the end of January. Probably over a weekend. At most we may put it off till Presidents day so we can have a three dayer." Betty replied. "I guess I can wait that long." Cindy said, her fingers finding their way inside Betty's blouse. "We have yet to get your parents permission, young lady." Denise teased. Cindy looked at her and grinned. "Do you foresee a problem there?" she asked. "No love, I was teasing." Denise said. "Oh my gosh.... I was supposed to ask both your parents about their passports. My mother wants them there too." Betty said. "I think mine have theirs." Andrea said, lifting her head from Denise's neck. "I doubt mine do. Maybe dad. I think he's been out of the country on business." Cindy said. "Why don't you give mine a call now, it's not late." Andrea suggested. "Good idea.. Except I'm hesitant to leave this wonderful set of lips." Betty said, sampling them. "For the cause of love and a more speedy marriage, I'll put them on hold. But only on hold. I want you back here right afterward." Cindy said, sliding off her lap. Betty snagged the phone and dialed Andrea's parents. John happened to answer the phone. She told him of her mothers idea to have the girls parents present at the wedding and asked about their passports. It turned out that they both had them, but that Sally had never used hers. While she was talking to him, Cindy got playful and stripped off her T-shirt. She wore no bra beneath it. She sat on the edge of the table teasing her own nipples and Betty. Betty found it hard to concentrate on the call. Betty said she would get back with him after the girls passports came in to plan the trip. Hanging up the phone, Betty turned to Cindy. "That *wasn't* very nice." she said, moving to cup the lovely breasts in her hands. "Oh... you don't like them then?" Cindy teased. "You know very well I like them a lot. That's *why* it wasn't very nice. Teasing me like that when I'm trying to talk to John." Betty said, bending to lick a nipple playfully. Cindy didn't answer, as her fingers were fumbling with the buttons on Betty's blouse. She got the last one opened and pulled her to her. They merged breast to breast as their lips found each others again. Across the table, Andrea and Denise were sort of watching in amusement between their kisses and caresses. "It's not my fault. I could have sworn I'd used up all her passion a little while ago." Andrea giggled. "No ones blaming you love. These things just happen." Denise said, seriously. "Mmmm Thank goodness for that." Betty murmured between kisses. "It's not my fault either, I could have sworn I used up all Betty's passion a little while ago too." Denise giggled. "No one's blaming you either love. These things just happen." Andrea giggled back. "Mmm Thank goodness for *that*." Cindy concurred, also between kisses. "Well, if we didn't use theirs up, then perhaps we have some of our own left. Should we find out?" Denise asked, pulling Andrea back to her. "An excellent idea." Andrea said, meeting her lips. The girls ended up face to face on the table, from opposite directions. Their upside-down kiss only added to their passion as the two older women had dessert before dinner. Denise and Betty grinned at each other occasionally over the two young nudes. "You're right love." Andrea gasped, just short of orgasm, "It doesn't get any better than this." "*I agree!*" Cindy gasped, tripping over the edge. Both girls lifted their hips in orgasm. Both Denise and Andrea followed their hip movements adroitly. They continued their licking, slowing the girls decent. Afterwards they tenderly caressed their bodies. The girls continued kissing each other, upside down. Denise moved to check on the vegetables. The timer on the stove sounded and she shut it off. "If you two will get off the table, then we can eat." she chuckled. Both Andrea and Cindy busted out laughing. Denise moved to give Andrea a hand while Betty helped Cindy down. The girls retrieved their clothing and slid into them. "It's not fair." Cindy said, pulling the pan from the oven. "What's not, love?" Denise asked, moving the vegetables to the table. "We didn't get our dessert." Cindy said, grinning. "After dinner loves." Betty said, moving the rice to the table. "Count on it." Andrea said, moving to the table. Dinner was good. Afterwards, the girls got their dessert. Later they led the other women upstairs to continue their activities. Chapter Twenty Eight Marge lay in Sam's arms with a contented smile on her face. "I've really enjoyed this time together." Sam said. "Yeah, me too. It's been wonderful. We've still got a week to go you know." Marge replied, snuggling to him. "Wonder how Cindy's doing?" Sam mused. "If I know her, then she's in no hurry for us to get back." Marge chuckled. "You are probably right about that. It has been wonderful, but I feel guilty for missing her sixteenth birthday next week." Sam said. "You know as well as I that it would probably spoil it if we were there. I suspect they will have one wild party for her." Marge chuckled. We never did get to those movies." Sam chuckled, changing the subject. "You sorry about that?" Marge teased. "Sorry about a whole week of making love to the woman I love? Not a chance." Sam said, kissing her cheek. "Yes, well the woman you love turned into a perverted little wench." Marge replied. "All the more reason I'm not sorry." Sam chuckled, digging her ribs. Marge giggled and rolled over him. They wrestled around a bit and then the wrestling turned into more kisses. The kisses grew in passion and they were off again. "You keep this up and I'm going to have to recruit Cindy just to help me." Marge giggled. "Help you? Me keep it up? I've been doing my best to keep it up." Sam objected. "And doing an outstanding job of it too." Marge said, drawing him atop her. "Alright, but I want food today." Sam said. "We only missed eating one day." Marge chuckled, guiding him in. Sam's response was lost in his groan as he slid into her once more. In all his years with her, he'd found nothing to equal the feeling. It was even better since his operation. ---------------------------- The girls were up first, and brought them breakfast in bed. This of course prompted lovemaking afterwards. It was almost nine-thirty by the time they got moving on the extension. "Seems different in here since the walls are up." Denise mused. "Yes, it looks almost done." Betty said, donning a sanding mask. "It's not. What time are the plumbers coming?" Denise asked. "Should be here now." Betty said. "Someone better go listen for them." Denise said. "I'll go. I'm in no hurry to get that dust on me." Cindy mused, heading for the house. Denise and the others knew she wasn't trying to get out of any work. A few minutes later she guided the plumbers back to the extension. "They've been leaning on the gate buzzer. We couldn't hear them in here." Cindy said. "Guess I'd better fix that right away." Denise said. The plumbers looked at her curiously, unfamiliar with the concept of a woman knowing how to wire a gate buzzer. Betty caught it. "Denise is our electrician. She's well qualified with a masters in physics. Now if you'll just follow me I'll show you the bathrooms." Betty said. The plumbers glanced at Denise dubiously, but followed Betty. Nothing about this job was familiar. "I guess you get a lot of that, huh?" Cindy chuckled. "Some... I usually ignore it. *They* probably don't have a clue how to hook up a gate buzzer." Denise giggled. "So what first?" Cindy asked. "Why don't you get started with Andrea on the sanding. I'll connect the extensions on the gate buzzer and doorbell. The wiring's all in, I just have to make the interconnect to the house." Denise said. "Okay. See you in a bit." Cindy said, looking to see if anybody was around. "You know the rules." Denise chided, catching her intent. "A girl can try." Cindy chuckled, heading to join Andrea. Denise sighed and then set about hooking up the wiring. She was joined a bit later by Betty. "Okay, constant tone for the gate, beeping for the door." Denise said, finishing a connection. "On the same buzzer?" Betty asked. "What they call a Sonalert. If you don't like it we can change it later. Do me a favor and wait here while I test it." Denise asked. "Sure." Betty said. Denise went out. A few minutes later Betty heard a sharp solid tone. Then half a minute later a beeping tone. Half a minute later Denise was back. "Did it work?" Denise asked. "Perfectly. I think I would like to change it later, though. That beep is annoying." Betty replied. "I know, does the job for now though. Later I'll build up a custom bell for each. One we can program with any sound we like. Maybe play a different little tune for each. I can give you an actual sample of the real Westminster Chimes for the door bell if you want." Denise chuckled. "That sounds a bit much. We can decide later, though. This will do fine for now." Betty said. "Guess we'd better go join the girls at sanding. I wouldn't want them to think we were leaving it all up to them." Denise said, removing her electricians belt. "Yeah.. There's plenty enough of it anyway for us all to get good and dirty." Betty chuckled. "Sure you don't want to invoke your option and sit this one out?" Denise asked. "Not a chance...Denise." Betty chuckled, remembering the rules. The rules were -quite simply- no endearments, displays of affection or groping whenever aliens were in the area. Aliens being defined as almost anybody not in immediate group or family. Denise smiled at Betty for remembering. The women alternated between hand and power sanding, switching off every now and then. Every so often they'd see the plumbers passing in the halls, carrying heavy tubs or boxes of hardware. One snagged Denise to talk about the wiring of the instant water heaters for each bath. She'd already made provisions for them. It turned out that the plumber just wanted to tell her how to hook them up. "Not a problem. I quite understand. I don't pretend to be a commercial electrician, but I'm quite competent at house wiring. The main difference between the two being an understanding of NEMA codes." Denise informed him, dismissing herself. "But these aren't on the GFI circuits for the bathrooms!" he protested, "Someone could get killed!" "They *are* each on their own *separate* GFI breaker in the panel. I know what I am doing." Denise said, walking away. "What was that all about?" Betty asked when Denise returned. "He couldn't accept I knew what I was doing." Denise said, donning her mask again. "Well *I* know it. Don't let it bother you." Betty said. "Thank you. But I won't give it a second thought." Denise said, starting to sand. Betty grinned at her under her mask and joined in again. About one, Betty made them lunch. Everyone had a light coat of white dust all over them. There was a clean area on their faces where the particle masks sat. They washed up, but it still permeated their hair and clothes. "I may never feel clean again." Andrea mused, feeling her hair. "I think you will find that bodies are wash and wear. This is nothing compared to getting good and greasy." Denise chuckled. "Yeah, I helped my father work on the car last summer. I had grease to the elbows and smeared on my face and in my hair. He insisted mom take a picture before I washed, but I came clean." Cindy said, taking a spoonful of soup. "I'd quite like a copy of that. I've never seen you look anything but downright sexy." Betty said. "Me too, but I'll bet she still looked cute." Denise chuckled. Out on the deck, the plumbers fought with the large shower floor. "Is that going to fit through the doors?" Betty asked. "Should. I figure the double doors are four foot wide by seven tall. That's just over eight diagonally." Denise replied. "That floor is eight if I recall, and it has a large lip." Betty said. As they watched, the floor just barely passed through the doors. One of the plumbers trapping his fingers in the process. They weren't bruised but he cussed loud enough to be heard inside. "My, such language." Betty mused. "I think that's mandatory to be a plumber. They probably have a class in it." Denise chuckled. "You're probably right about that. I never met one who didn't cuss." Betty said. "Why do people cuss?" Andrea asked. "Denise once told me that profanity was '*the illiterates' means' of being emphatic'*." Cindy quoted, although Andrea had heard Denise say it herself. "I'm pleased that you remember that and I'm very pleased that neither of you uses much of it." Denise said, reaching to squeeze her hand. "I am too. Fact is that I'm most impressed with both of you." Betty said, squeezing Andrea's hand. The younger women blushed from the praise and looked uncomfortable. Denise studied them as she ate. Marveling at how grown up they had become in such a short time, but how they could suddenly seem like girls again from just a simple comment. "I'd like to finish up the sanding today and tomorrow. Then we can start to paint on Thursday." Betty said. "Why not Wednesday?" Andrea asked. "Cindy's birthday." Denise replied, "You don't expect her to work on her birthday... besides, we don't want the house stunk up during the party." "Party? What party?" Cindy asked. "Oh, I thought we might whip up a nasty little suaree for you. You becoming sweet sixteen and all." Betty chuckled. "I still have to go shopping for her." Andrea said. "Me too. We can do that tonight. You want to come along while I run with Bobby? We could go afterwards." Betty said. "Sure.. We'll have to work harder tomorrow to get the sanding done though." Andrea said. "We can do that." Betty chuckled. "You never said anything about a party. What will I wear?" Cindy asked. "What about that slinky black dress I got you?" Denise asked. "It's got my vote!" Andrea said. "Mine Too." Betty said. "Sound's to me like it's settled." Denise chuckled. "Is it going to be that fancy?" Cindy asked. "No, we're all wearing jeans." Denise teased. "Okay, if you'll wear your best ones." Cindy demurred. "Maybe. We'll see what I'm in the mood for." Denise said. "Is anyone else coming?" Cindy asked. "We'll have to wait and see." Betty said. "You're not going to tell me?" Cindy asked. "Alright. We invited the college pep squad to come and perform nude for you. But they may not be able to get away from a game if it lasts too long." Denise teased. "I'd like to watch *that*." Andrea chuckled. "You're not going to tell me, are you?" Cindy said, dejected. "Nope." Betty teased. "I guess we'd better get back to work." Denise said, bussing dishes. "I really would like to see that pep squad do nude cheers." Andrea mused, getting to her feet. "Like them older women, do you." Denise teased. "Yes... Several are very dear to me." Andrea replied, softly, looking between Betty and Denise. Betty took her by the hand around the corner to thank her for the sentiment. They were joined by Denise and Cindy. They kissed Deeply then changed partners, then again. "Mmm Come on, or we won't get back to work at all." Denise said, breaking away from Betty. The afternoon went quickly. They got much of the sanding completed. A few hours the next morning would be sufficient to finish. The plumbers got most of the fixtures in. The needed to come back to do the sinks once the cabinets were in. Denise suggested to Betty they could save by doing that themselves. "Probably, but I'm mainly concerned with speed. We need to get on your workshop and get it done before the first of the year. I want to get the rest of this done before that." Betty said. "There is no need for that. We're way ahead of schedule." Denise said, "And you have been working too hard. Remember your part of this was supposed to be our share of the title." "Yes, and I have been loving every second of working side by side with all of you. So don't worry about me. If you want we'll do the sinks ourselves. But please let me continue to work with you." Betty asked, her eyes sparkly. "Alright. I'm sorry. But if you insist on doing all the work with us, then I insist we slow down a bit. We're enough ahead of schedule that we can easily complete it all by Christmas. Especially if Cindy's parents agree to let her stay on after this week." Denise said. "Deal. We'll slow down a bit." Betty said, wiping her eyes. Denise wanted very badly to pull her into her arms and kiss her. But the plumbers were still coming and going at random intervals. "I want you all to understand. All my life... I've lived in a luxury home. I've had things done for me. You don't know how much this has meant to me working side by side with you all. It's been the best time of my life." Betty explained. "Well, we certainly don't want to deny you that. I won't bug you about it anymore. Just keep in mind you have the option of taking off when you wish." Denise said, squeezing her hand. "Thank you. I will." Betty said, squeezing back. "You and Andrea better go get ready if you're going to make your run with Bobby. I think Cindy and I will finish this room and call it a day too." Denise said. Betty gave her a quick hug and then slipped off with Andrea to shower. Denise and Cindy continued with the room. ---------------------- "It really has been great working with you too." Andrea said, as they washed each other in the shower. "Thank you love. Fact is that I really have been having the most wonderful time of my life. You're a big part of the reason for that. And it's not just all the sex we've been sharing. I've really enjoyed working with you. I think we all make a great team." Betty said, washing the dust from Andrea's hair. "So do I. I expected it to take us months to do what we have." Andrea said, snuggling to her and squirming as the suds ran between them. "I'm so proud of both you girls I could just bust." Betty said, pushing Andrea back into the stream to rinse. "Thank you. I'm pretty proud of you and Denise too." Andrea said, taking the shampoo to Betty's hair. "Oh, why's that?" Betty asked, tipping her head back to keep the suds out of her eyes. "I know that we are young, but you two have treated us like adults. You've shown us respect and kindness beyond measure." Andrea said, working up the lather. "As far as I'm concerned, love. You two are adults. I can't think of anybody who more deserves to be treated with respect and kindness." Betty said, moving to kiss her. They kissed deeply and squirmed together as the suds ran between them again. "Mmm. We better get rinsed if we are going to meet Bobby on time." Betty said. "I think I'll visit with mom while you are running." Andrea said, turning Betty under the stream to rinse. Betty grinned at her and nodded as they rinsed off. "Keep in mind that our run doesn't take that long." Betty teased. "I know... I'm just going to talk. I think we need to talk about what happened." Andrea said, quietly. "So what was it really like, making love with your mother?" Betty asked, as they dried. "It was wonderful. I'm just worried about how she feels about it now that she's thought about it." Andrea said, concerned. "I'm sure it will be alright." Betty said, pulling her to her and hugging her as she dried her back. Andrea hugged back tightly for a moment. She quivered a bit in Betty's arms. Betty kissed her tenderly and then set about drying her hair. ------------------------ "That's it. Shall we call it a day?" Denise asked Cindy. "Yeah. Hot tub?" Cindy offered. "Sounds good. We'd better shower first though." Denise said, leading them into the main house. The plumbers were just heading out. One said they would be back in the morning about nine. Denise nodded to him. In the house, Cindy headed for the guest shower. Denise waited till the plumbers pulled out and then shut the gate before joining Cindy in the shower. "Thought you got lost." Cindy chuckled, moving to her with soapy hands. "Just wanted to be certain they were gone before we walked nude to the tub. I shut the gate after them." Denise said, pulling Cindy to her. ----------------------------- Bobby was just coming out as they pulled up. Betty got out and stretched with him while Andrea waved and walked into the house. She was nervous as hell. She needn't have been. No sooner was she inside than her mother pulled her to her and kissed her deeply. Andrea got tears in her eyes as they kissed. "I was so worried you'd hate me." Andrea cried, hugging her mother. "Hate you? I could never hate you. I love you very much." her mother replied, kissing at her tears. Their mouths met again and they kissed deeply. Andrea felt Sally's hands on her ass and just melted inside. Finally they pulled back and just looked at each other. "Actually, I was afraid you might hate me." her mother said. "Not a chance... I love you too. The other day was one of the most wonderful things I've ever knew." Andrea said, finding a set of cheeks for her own hands. They melted into another kiss that lasted a long time. "We don't have much time. They'll be back soon." Andrea said, breathlessly. Sally glanced at the clock. "Twenty-six minutes now. I've timed them before." she chuckled, leading Andrea to the bedroom. Once there, they made no pretense as they stripped each others clothes off. Sally dropped to her knees and pulled Andrea's hips to her. Andrea draped her leg over her mothers head and closed her eyes in abandon. Sally herself was abandon to the flavor of her daughters juices on her tongue. She used her new skills to move Andrea to the edge and hold her there while she pumped her up twice. Just when Andrea was squirming the most she tripped her over the edge. Andrea screamed and fell back on the bed as the convulsion gripped her. Sally followed her motion adroitly and continued lapping, her hands squeezing her daughters firm breasts. When Andrea quit convulsing, Sally slowly swirled her tongue around inside her one last time and then crawled up atop her. Andrea threw her arms around her and hugged her tightly as she fought for breath. "I love you mom." she gasped. "I love you too, baby." Sally replied, holding her tenderly. Andrea glanced at the clock and rolled atop her mother. She kissed her deeply and then began to move downwards, licking as she moved. She didn't spend too much time on her nipples and was stroking her between her legs to get her good and started before she got there. Sally moaned softly as Andrea spread her labia and licked inside of it. At the first touch of her tongue upon her clitoris, Sally began to buck in orgasm. "Have to do something about that short fuse. Nice trim job. What did Daddy say?" Andrea asked. "He helped me." Sally gasped. "Did he now, I'll have to thank him sometime." Andrea said, continuing her lapping. Any thought Sally had of responding became lost as she abandon herself to her daughters talented tongue. Andrea managed to pump her up three times before she tripped her over. Sally emptied her lungs as her hips lifted off the bed in orgasm. Andrea continued to lick as she rode out her mothers bucks. Then she took one last swirl with her tongue inside her vagina, then a long swipe from her anus to her clit before crawling up next to her. Sally managed to look at the clock. They still had a few minutes. She pulled Andrea to her and hugged her tightly while she caught her breath. Then they shared a long deep kiss. "We'd better get dressed." Andrea finally said, rolling off her. "Andrea?" her mother said while she was dressing. "Yes, mom." Andrea replied, fastening her pants. "Have you ever thought about your father... Like this I mean?" Sally asked. Andrea was quiet for a moment as she straightened her blouse. "Yes." she said meekly, not meeting her mothers eyes. Sally pulled her into her arms and kissed her tenderly once more. "I don't want you to worry love, but he knows about us." Sally said. "He knows!?" Andrea asked in alarm. "Yes... It's alright. He doesn't mind." Sally said. "He doesn't?" Andrea asked in surprise. "No... Actually... He'd like to be with you himself." Sally told her. "He said that?" Andrea asked. "Yes... If you want. That's why I asked if you'd thought of him that way." Sally said. Andrea didn't know what to say. She sat down and pulled her shoes on. Sally put her own on and then moved to sit by her. "You don't have to if you feel uncomfortable about it." Sally said. "No... I'd like to. I'm just shocked is all." Andrea said, leaning against her mother. "We'd better go talk at the table. They should be back soon." Sally said, getting to her feet. Andrea followed her. They found themselves drawn together once more, kissing deeply. Then Sally led them out into the kitchen. She poured them half cups of coffee. They had just taken a few sips when Bobby and Betty came back in. "Hi Sally. Did you two have a nice chat?" Betty asked, cheerfully. "Yes, very. How was your run?" Sally asked. "Very nice. You about ready pumpkin?" Betty asked, moving beside Andrea. Andrea put her arm around her waist and hugged her a moment. "Yes. I'll talk to you later, mom. Thanks for the coffee." Andrea said, getting to her feet. "Anytime dear. Any time at all." Sally said, smiling back at her daughter. Betty gave Sally a hug and waved at Bobby before she left. Andrea hugged her mother and then followed. Sally sat back down and sipped at her coffee, studying Bobby. Her session with Andrea had only served to really stir her blood up. She'd gone through menopause a few years before, so pregnancy wasn't a concern. She moved into the living room and sat down on a table next to him. "I know you can talk, Bobby. In fact, I know all about you and Andrea." she said. Bobby found himself looking at her, more than a little worried. "Don't worry son. I'm not going to turn you in. In fact, I'm going to do my best to work with Betty and the others for you to live with her so you can share each other. But in return, I wish something." Sally said. "Alright. What?" Bobby asked. Sally closed her eyes and fought her tears. "Just that, son. Your voice. I want you to talk to me." she said, quietly. "Alright... I guess we should talk. But you may not like it." he said, softly touching her cheek. Sally grasped the hand and kissed it softly. "I may surprise you." Sally said. "I don't think so. It's pretty bad." Bobby said, hanging his head, tears growing in his eyes. "No, I want you to understand. I don't blame you about Andrea. I know it was what happened to you in Viet Nam. I'm not even going to ask you about it. If you want to talk about it sometime, then I'll be happy to listen." Sally said. "So what shall we talk about?" Bobby asked, hardly believing his ears. "Well, there's no easy way to do this. So I guess I'd just better give you your present." Sally said, getting to her feet. "Present?" Bobby asked, not understanding. "Yes, stand up please." Sally said. Bobby got to his feet. He was more than a little surprised when his mother moved to hug him. He was downright shocked when she kissed him fully on the lips. It wasn't just a friendly kiss either. In the midst of it he detected a flavor and aroma he knew well, but seldom. He pulled back to look at her. Sally wore a giant grin upon her face. "You and Andrea?" Bobby asked, aghast. "Why not, is it so bad?" Sally teased. "Well...no.... It's just perfect." he said, moving to kiss her again. Sally swooned from the feel of her sons strong arms around her and his lips upon hers. She met his tongue with hers and deepened the kiss. Her hand descending to feel his growing manhood inside his trousers. "Are you certain you wish to do this?" Bobby asked, after the kiss. "Quite. But only if you wish to." she replied. Bobby answered by moving his hands to her breasts. His mother met his lips once more and kissed him deeply, reveling in the feel of her son's hands upon her breasts. Later she pushed him back into the chair and sank to her knees. She carefully extracted his now fully erect manhood. "Besides, why should Andrea have all the fun." she said, her lips descending upon his manhood. With the shock of his mothers disclosure -and the even bigger shock of her French kissing him- all Bobby could do was lay back and groan in pleasure as his mother sucked him deeply into her mouth. It was obvious it wasn't her first blow job. Bobby could imagine her sucking his father into her mouth just like this. Sally knew exactly what she was doing as she worked Bobby right down her throat and made swallowing motions to caress the head with her throat. Bobby groaned deeply in response. Sally pulled her head back and grinned up at him. "Now don't you go wasting it on a simple blow job. I have plans for this." she said, returning to suck him in again. Bobby was speechless. So he lay back and enjoyed it. His mother seemed to know just exactly when he was in danger of going over. She'd back off just enough to hold him on the edge. After several minutes of this, Sally got to her feet. Bobby looked up in concern, but she responded to the question in his eyes by removing her clothes. Bobby's eyes were riveted to her body as she stripped off her bra and panties. Then he grinned. "You look like Andrea." he said. "Thank you. Not as young and firm, I know." Sally said, moving to him again. "Just fine with me." he said, tracing her breasts with his hands as she moved atop him. Bobby groaned and moved to stop her when she impaled herself upon him. "What's wrong?" Sally asked. "A safe. I can't get you pregnant." Bobby gasped. "No need. I went through menopause two years ago." Sally said, beginning to move atop him. Bobby was dubious, but he began to move with her. His hands found her breasts again and squeezed them softly, teasing the ends with his thumbs. "I think you are a bit bigger than your father." his mother gasped. Bobby didn't know how to respond to this, so he just kept pumping up inside her. She was looser than Andrea, but that was to be expected. She had born two children, including him. She leaned forward and kissed him deeply as she rocked upon his hips. "Do something for me." Sally gasped. "Name it." Bobby gasped back. She suddenly stopped moving atop him and looked him in the eyes. "Do my backside." she asked, dropping her eyes. Bobby was beyond shock. He just nodded. "How do we do this?" she asked. "We need some lubricant. Let's go to my room." Bobby said. "I'll get the lubricant and meet you there." she said, moving off him. She bent back and licked her juices off his penis. Bobby groaned in response. She grinned at him, then grabbed her clothes and headed for the bedroom. Bobby managed to get to his feet. His erection painfully large in front of him as he moved to his bedroom. There he stripped off his clothes. Sally returned with a tube of KY jelly. She stood there and looked at his body a moment. "God, it must have been hell for you." she said, softly. Bobby nodded at her and she moved into his arms again, now nude body to nude body. She found herself trembling in his arms. "I'll never let anyone hurt you ever again." she said, hugging him. "What about dad when he finds out what we're doing?" Bobby asked. Sally grinned at him. "I expect he'll be busy with Andrea." she said, cryptically. "Him too?" Bobby gasped. "Not yet... But they both want to." Sally replied, touching his manhood again. Bobby kissed her deeply, cupping her ass. To get her used to it, he softly played with the crack between her ass cheeks. Sally moaned and kissed him harder. She squeezed his manhood and stroked it to keep him hard. She needn't have worried. Down wasn't the direction Bobby was going at the moment. He lay her gently on the bed and moved over her. He began kissing downward, enjoying how much her body was like Andrea's. ------------------------- "So how was your talk pumpkin? You seem a bit more relaxed." Betty teased. "You know very well we made love." Andrea said, glancing at her and then back out the window. Something about how she answered set off alarm bells in Betty. "What's wrong love?" she asked. Andrea was quiet for a moment before answering. "My father... He knows everything." she said. "And?" Betty prompted. "And... it's alright." she said, simply. "It's alright? Then what's bothering you?" Betty asked. "He want's me too." Andrea said, quietly. Betty was quiet a moment, digesting what she'd told her. "And how do you feel about that?" she finally asked. "I want him too." Andrea said, looking out the window. --------------------------- Bobby teased his mother to orgasm four times while he slowly worked his lubricated fingers into her anus. When she was good and lubricated, he kissed her deeply. "Why don't you get on top of me. Get on your knees and ease back slowly at your own speed. That way you can control it." he suggested. Sally moved atop him and positioned herself. Bobby couldn't help remember Andrea doing the same thing. His mother positioned his penis against her anus and began to increase the pressure slowly. Bobby played with her nipples and clitoris to distract her from the pain. It must have worked, as she not only got it started, she fully lowered herself upon him. Bobby gripped her legs to keep her motionless while she got used to it. The feeling of Bobby in her ass was at once painful and incredible. Sally fought off her tears as her body adjusted to the intrusion. Slowly the pain was replaced by pleasure. She lay forward upon him and kissed him, partially pulling him out of her. Then she sat up and began to slowly rock her hips atop him. Bobby was going wild with the feeling of her tight anus upon his penis. He did his best to excite her. His fingers found their way into her vagina and tickled her G-spot. His thumb rotating upon her clitoris. A few moments later she convulsed in her first of many orgasms. --------------------------- "You don't sound too enthusiastic about it." Betty said, pulling into one of the malls. "It's a threat to us." Andrea said. "Oh, are you in danger of no longer loving us?" Betty asked. "NO!.... I don't think so." Andrea said. "So how is it a threat to us?" Betty asked. "Denise has said that everything outside is a threat to us." Andrea said. "Maybe... But I don't think so. And I don't know if you know exactly how Denise feels about it. We talked a long time the other night while you were with Cindy." Betty said. "What did she say?" Andrea asked. "That the one thing that threatened us most, was loss of personal freedom. The freedom to love whom and when we wish. She had Jenny, she knows you and I will have Bobby. She feels we should all have the freedom to love as we please. But she wants to get us cemented together by marriage as soon as possible." Betty said. "I do too." Andrea said. Betty parked the car in the lot. She turned to Andrea. "I do too, love. But if we all feel that way, which we all have said we do, then don't worry about us. Just follow your heart about John. If you want to, *and it's safe too*, then go ahead. It won't change the way I feel about you." Betty said, taking her hand and squeezing it reassuringly. "Oh, it's safe enough, physically. Daddy had a vasectomy years ago." Andrea said, not looking at Betty. "But? You're afraid of the mental consequences?" Betty prompted. "Not really... I kind of crossed that line years ago. I crossed it again with my mother the other day. I'm more worried about what all you will think of me." Andrea said, tears in her eyes. "Why would we feel any differently about you at all? This is no different than you and Bobby being together. And we all accepted that long ago. So stop worrying. It sound's to me like your worries are over. Both your parents know about you and Bobby. It sound's like John knows about you and your mother. If you just learned about this from your mother, then she knows about it all too. So all your worst fears are gone. Your family loves you very deeply. We love you very deeply. So be happy." Betty prompted. "Alright... I just love you so much... I'd be lost without you in my life." Andrea said, wiping her tears away. "Are you up to this or do you want to go home and do it later?" Betty offered. "No, I'm alright. Now that I know you still love me. I need to get Cindy a present.... oh damn it. I forgot to get my money." Andrea said, suddenly. "Not a worry love. Get what you want to get her. You can pay me back anytime." Betty said. "You sure you don't mind?" Andrea asked. "Yes, I'm certain. I don't mind a bit." Betty said, opening the door and grabbing her purse. Andrea climbed out the other side and they went into the mall. ----------------------- Sally seemed to be the source of much about Andrea, as she went absolutely wild atop Bobby. She seemed to thrash about on his hips. >From Bobby's perspective, it was wonderful but he was fearful that she'd injure herself. Sally suddenly stopped. Bobby looked up in alarm, but Sally bent forward atop him and kissed him passionately. Bobby was so startled by the change in her, he almost climaxed in response to her passion. Sally leaned back and looked at him lovingly. "I want to thank you for this." she said. "You are most welcome." Bobby replied. Sally looked at him a moment longer and then bent to kiss him passionately. Pulling his hands to her breasts. At the same time she began to move her hips sensually. Arching her back to gain the deepest penetration while still kissing him. Bobby couldn't believe the slow passion that was burning in his mother. She moved sensually over him as they swirled their tongues around each others. Making him feel every centimeter of each stroke. "I know a better way." Bobby gasped. "How?" his mother gasped. Bobby had her sit up and rotate on him so she was facing away from him, then propped some pillows behind him and leaned her back against him. Now he could freely kiss her over her shoulder while he cupped a breast in one hand and fingered her with the other. His thumb against her clitoris as she began to writhe again. "Oh god Bobby! Do it to me!" She gasped. Bobby began to stroke his hips slowly up into her as his fingers found her G-spot inside and his thumb teased her clit. --------------------------- Andrea picked out some nice lingerie for Cindy. She had Betty advise her in the dressing room. Which wasn't that easy for Betty. Betty kind of gulped between outfits as Andrea stripped down to nothing. Andrea smiled at her discomfort. "Sorry, rules you know. Nothing outside our castle." she said. Betty grinned and nodded. ---------------------------- Cindy moved atop Denise, straddling her in the hot tub. She lay breast to breast with her and they kissed deeply. Hands on each other's breasts. "Remember that time with Andrea's little toy between us?" Cindy demurred, kissing Denise on the neck. "I could hardly have forgotten that. And it wasn't exactly little." Denise chuckled, then moaned over what Cindy was doing to her. "I wished we hadn't burned them all." Cindy said, teasing her nipples. "Let me up. I have a little surprise for you." Denise giggled. Cindy reluctantly let Denise up. She threw on a terry robe to keep the chill off. She then ran upstairs leaving puddles out to the stairs. She was back in a few minutes with her hand behind her back. "Tada!" She said, producing the afore mentioned item. "Where did you get that? I thought we burned it." Cindy said, anticipation in her eyes. "We left it out and Betty stuck it in her safe. It's been there since that night." Denise chuckled, dropping her robe and climbing back into the tub. Cindy grinned as she moved to her. She took the long soft double headed dildo and pulled it under the water to warm it. At the same time she met Denise with a kiss. Denise guided Cindy back to straddle her lap. Cindy positioned the item between them in the proper place and they began to move together as they kissed. "I'm sure glad we fucked up." Cindy moaned. "My such language. But I agree." Denise moaned back. ------------------------------ Bobby stroked upwards in his last gasping strokes. Sally's head was whipping back and forth and she gasped for every breath. The wave had built to a crescendo and now it broke over the two of them like a tidal wave. They both emptied their lungs as Bobby spurted his juices up inside her backside. Sally suddenly felt an indescribable warmth inside that seem to spread over her whole body. The convulsion that gripped her abdomen didn't let up except spasmodically for fully half a minute. Then it lessened in spurts matching Bobby's jerks. And then Sally was still except for her gasping breath. Bobby lay back with her against him, he was still throbbing inside her. He tenderly caressed her breasts and abdomen as he caught his own breath. Sally floated in a hazy white fog limbo. All she knew was joy and total love for Bobby. She could feel his loving hands upon her breasts tenderly caressing her. She turned her head and found them sharing a slow sensual kiss. She softly rubbed his sides and arms as they kissed. "God help me. I'm in love with both my children." She heard herself moan. ---------------------------- Cindy's movements had become frenzied and it became difficult to kiss, but Denise followed her lips as she pumped away in her lap. Each stroke brought both women's clitoris's in contact with the foam dildo. They felt each other's breasts and gently pinched each others nipples. They had passed their third orgasm and showed no interest in stopping. Cindy found something extra special in kissing through a climax. Denise did too. This time they didn't hold back at all as they shot past the threshold and broke the sound barrier with their cry's of passion. Cindy collapsed against Denise who supported her with her arms. ----------------------------- Though several minutes had passed, Bobby was still inside his mother. The tightness of her spincter helped keep him at least half erect. She snuggled back against him half twisted to keep him in. She gently kissed at his cheek. "Are you sorry we did that?" Bobby asked, a bit afraid. "No.... That's what I meant when I said that. I should be, but I'm not. The whole world would hate me, but all that I feel is that I have made love to two people who have been very special to me all their lives." Sally said, tears forming in her eyes. Bobby pulled her chin into a sensual kiss. In the midst of it Sally contracted her spincter purposefully. Bobby half groaned in response. Sally did it again, continuing to kiss him. His hands roaming over her body sensually. They dipped between her legs and into her vagina. Now it was Sally's turn to moan. The contractions of her spincter got tighter. Bobby felt himself responding again. Sally pulled back in surprise to look at him. "I think it's wonderful you can do that, but I don't know if I'm up to another back there." she chuckled, "Let me get a warm wet cloth to wash it with and we can put it where it belongs." She kissed Bobby deeply once more and then reluctantly lifted off of him. Bobby fell out and she headed for the bathroom. Bobby watching her ass as she receded. It was shaping up to be a very rosy future. Sally returned in a few minutes with the washcloth. She sat on the bed and moved to tenderly wash his penis. She leaned to kiss him while she did it. This definitely reversed the trend of his erection. "Mmm Did you miss me?" his mother chuckled. "Yes.... for a long time now." Bobby said, quietly. "Why have you kept silent for so long?" she asked, laying her head beside his and kissing his cheek. "I promised Andrea. I was afraid if I broke my promise it would damage her emotionally." Bobby said, tears forming in his eyes. "Then I *honor* your decision." Sally said, kissing his cheek again. Bobby looked at her startled. "How can you be so forgiving? I took your daughters virginity when she was thirteen!" Bobby half cried. "Hush... It's okay. I've talked to both Andrea and Denise about this. Between them and what I learned from Betty I think I know pretty much the whole story. As I understand it, you realized what you had done before the week was out." Sally said. "Yes... Actually while Andrea was still a virgin, but it was too late to stop. I didn't know how without doing severe emotional damage to her. If I'd stopped then.... God, I couldn't face prison again." Bobby cried. Sally finished washing Bobby and then cast the cloth aside. She moved up into his arms and pulled him to her. He wept great sobs in her arms. Sally comforted him with her touch, but mainly let him cry himself out. Knowing how much he probably needed it. It had been many, many years since he had cried in her arms. ---------------------------- "I don't know how.... As many times as we have made love each time is still as good or better than the first." Cindy mused, lightly kissing Denise on the neck behind the ear. "I feel the same way, darling. I quit trying to find words for the way I felt about you long ago. They are always so inadequate. Our souls melted together during our week together. Ever since then all I know is that I would give my life to kiss you just once more." Denise said, hugging her tightly. "No need to do that. You can have these lips any time you wish them. Just take them." Cindy said, moving to kiss her deeply. "Never enough, and each kiss better than I've ever known." Denise murmured around the kiss. "Shhh." Cindy said, kissing her again. ---------------------------- "Are you about ready? I think we hit almost all the stores." Betty chuckled. "Yeah. That's a big enough chunk out of my savings." Andrea said, laden down with packages. "You don't have to pay me back, you know." Betty offered. "Yes I do. It wouldn't mean the same thing to me if I didn't. This is something *I* wish to do for Cindy." Andrea said. "Alright love. We can swing by your parents place on the way home." Betty said. ------------------------------ Bobby was finally more calm in Sally's arms. "Feel better?" she asked, kissing his cheek. Bobby nodded. "I still don't understand how you can forgive me so easily." he said. "Well.... Let me try to explain exactly how I feel. That all happened three years ago. I don't see that now. I know it happened, but what I see now is the outstanding woman Andrea has turned into. Whatever the reason that you started all this, you made her a good part of that. She wouldn't be the strong, determined and loving woman she has become without that in her past. She wouldn't now be engaged to three stunning women, I would never have made love with her and we wouldn't be here now like this. That doesn't make it all right, nothing will do that. But it certainly mitigates things a whole bunch in my eyes." Sally said, moving to kiss him. Bobby found himself returning the kiss. His hands moved to her breasts and teased them. Sally moved over the top of him as they kissed and Bobby's hands migrated to cup her ass. Beneath her he felt himself growing up between her legs to press against her labia. He began to rock his hips to drag his erection between her lips. Sally moaned in pleasure though the kiss. This helped speed Bobby's readiness. When he was fully erect, Sally changed the angle of her hips and he slipped into her naturally. This time they made love face to face, kissing often and touching each other all over. ---------------------------- "You about done pumpkin, I'm beginning to feel a kinship with a lobster." Denise asked, caressing Cindy's young body. "Yes.. I've just been enjoying snuggling to you.... I love you." Cindy said, finding her lips again before climbing out. Denise enjoyed the kiss as much as all the others. Then they climbed out together and started to dry each other. ------------------------------ Betty hadn't closed the gate when she left. John pulled into the driveway and parked. Ever since his conversation with Sally, he had been thinking about Denise. In fact he had thought about her a lot before that. Ever since their first meeting at his cabin. But truly since his first trip to the house to drop off the hardware for the camera project. That was the first time they had been alone together and close. Something special had passed between them then. Something they had both pushed aside out of respect for their vows. Now, the rules had changed somehow. John made his way to the door and rang the bell. "Now who could that be? Betty must have left her key or something." Denise said. She slipped on a light satin robe just in case, tying the belt as she moved to the door. She opened it and was surprised to see John there. "John! What a pleasant surprise. Please, come in." She said, moving aside to usher him in. "I'm sorry if I got you out of the shower or something. I was just wondering how you were coming with that software I dropped off. I was in the area so I stopped. I can come back another time if you'd like." John stammered, hardly able to not look at the way the robe outlined her body. "No, not at all. Cindy and I just climbed out of the hot tub. We were drying anyway." Denise said, wrapping a towel around her hair. With her arms up like that the robe rode up and clung to the rest of her body. Denise seemed unaware that her closely trimmed labia was exposed. John sort of gulped and forced himself to look elsewhere, it didn't help. Cindy was just coming out of the gym wearing a similar robe, also wrapping a towel around her hair. "John, how nice to see you again. What brings you around? I thought we'd scared you enough the other day by working you so hard." Cindy chuckled. Denise looked at John and realized something was different about him. She instantly suspected what it was. "Why don't we go talk in the library. I've got something to show you." Denise said, heading that way and assuming that he would follow. "I think I'll start on dinner." Cindy said. "Leave it if you like, love. It's really my turn." Denise called back. "No, I don't mind. What did you have in mind?" Cindy asked. "If you could brown that pot roast I have marinating in a large pan and then slice in some carrots and other vegies, add the marinade and a half cup of water and put it on low to simmer then I'd be grateful." Denise replied. "Can do." Cindy said. "Thank you love." Denise said, leading John down the hall. Denise felt John's eyes upon her as she moved into the library. She smiled to herself over it. She also mused that she had accepted John as part of the *in the know* group with her endearments to Cindy. "I'm sorry to pull you from your duties. Maybe I should come back another time." John said. "Nonsense. Cindy really doesn't mind. We swap off a lot with the cooking. Usually whoever thinks of it first just starts cooking. Please, sit down." Denise said, sinking into her chair. The robe rode up a bit and Denise made only a half-hearted attempt to pull it down. Instead she turned on her monitor. John moved up beside her to see what she was doing as she called in the package she had been working on. "I set this running yesterday. Then I made up dummy files in each of the programs you brought. I just stored the files without any communication between them and the exec. I also made up several on my laptop. Lets see if it worked correctly." Denise mused, opening up a folder. Inside were copy's of the files she had saved. She turned and reached for her laptop which was charging on the credenza behind her. When she did so the robe slipped and exposed a perfect breast to John. Below it the lower hem of the robe now let her labia just peek from beneath it. John sat entranced, unable to take his eyes of the sight. Denise didn't seem to notice as she rocked back and opened her laptop. It beeped as it came alive, indicating that it was retrieving an update. The house computer line answered and the transfer began. "Now this file here I modified in both the laptop and the desktop. The Exec should catch them both and modify both accordingly." she said, concentrating on the screen. John hardly heard a word she said. Her breast still exposed in her now loose robe. The laptop now covered her lap, thankfully. John squirmed a bit in his seat. Keeping his arm over his erection. Almost simultaneously, the laptop and the desktop beeped and an alert flag came up in the corner of the screen on each. Denise pointed to it with her finger to lead John's eyes to it. Instead she caught the direction of his gaze and found herself blushing a bit. She was about to pull her robe shut when something stopped her. Something about the way he looked at her made her feel very sexy. Like Cindy or one of the others was looking at her that way. Instead she turned the laptop to him to get his attention, but left the robe lose. "See?" she asked, for lack of a better thing to say. John's eyes moved to the screen, and then Denise moved the cursor to the alert and clicked on it. An explanation came up naming the files changed. When she called in the files, the changes were highlighted. John's attention was suddenly on the software for the moment. He sat in awe as she called in file after file from the different packages. Then she set the laptop aside and moved the cursor on the desktop to click on the alert. It flagged all the files she had modified on the laptop. Both of them showed the file that had been modified in two different places. "This is fantastic. You've done all this since I dropped that off the other day?" John gasped. "Yes." Denise chuckled, "I had most of the executive already developed. All I had to do was add the formatting information for each package. I did most of this in a few hours." "You are amazing!" John said, leaning to kiss her cheek. Denise enjoyed the touch of his kiss on her cheek. Perhaps a bit too much, she mused to herself. She found herself blushing from his praise. "I think we have another winner here." he continued, his eyes moving back to the desktop. "It needs to be field tested of course, but so far I'm pleased with it's operation." Denise said. "Yes, it's wonderful. We can test it at work with our sales force any time you wish to release a beta." John said. "Sure.. I can give you a copy now. I also added a little ditty to it that it didn't have before. For people with more than just one E-mail address. Quite often people will have one at work and one at home, or even several at work. This little routine forwards selected mail to any one or all of the accounts. You can program the filter by author or subject." Denise said, showing it to him. "What a great idea. I could give the sales force each their own E-mail address on their laptops and address them all or singly from the network." John enthused. "Yeah, that's what I had in mind." Denise said, switching off her monitor. John sat back, not understanding her action. "Now, why don't we talk about what you really came here for." Denise said, turning her chair to face him. "I beg your pardon?" John asked. "You have done nothing to offend me, not even admiring my breast." Denise said, softly. "I'm sorry.. I don't know what came over me. It was just there and I couldn't look away." John stammered, turning red. "I really don't mind. But something has changed about you. I think we should talk about it." Denise said. John sat back in his chair. He fidgeted with his hands a bit. "I talked to Sally... She told me the whole story." John said, softly. "I can't respond to that unless I know which whole story you are referring to." Denise chuckled. John looked up at her and then back at his lap. He chuckled. "You are a bright one. Alright. The whole story about Andrea and Bobby; Betty, Bobby and Andrea and Andrea and Sally." John said. "That's quite a lot to digest." Denise said. "Yes, it is a bit." John said. There was a knock on the door jam and Denise casually pulled her robe shut before calling to enter. "I thought you might like some coffee." Cindy said, offering a mug to each of them. "Thank you love. That was very thoughtful of you." Denise said, accepting hers. "Yes, thank you very much." John said, sipping at his. "Mmm good coffee. Doctored just right too." he said. "Black, right?" Cindy asked. "Yes, thank you." John said, chuckling. Cindy poked his rip playfully and then slid away. "Call me if you need anything." she called back on the way out. "I do love that girl.... And Andrea." Denise mused. "Yes, Cindy's grown into quite a woman... Andrea has too." John mused, sipping his coffee. "Alright. You were talking about Sally telling you the whole story. You didn't say what you thought about it." Denise prompted. "As you say, it's a lot to digest. But knowing what I do now, I think it's all being handled in the best possible manner." he said. "That's fairly magnanimous of you." Denise said. "Not really. What are my options? None of them appealing. Lose my son, lose my daughter, lose my wife? None of those are acceptable to me. On the other hand I get an ecstatically happy daughter. A passionate wife and my son gets a chance at a future and happiness of his own. I also get a degree of freedom I didn't have before." he added. Denise suddenly understood what he meant. "Ah... I see." she nodded to herself. "Do you?" John asked. Denise looked at him and smiled. "I think so, yes." she said, holding his gaze. "And how do you feel about that?" he asked. "I think you already know the answer to that or you wouldn't be here now. We had that conversation the first time you were here. Much of it with our eyes....like now." Denise said, softly. "Yes... You're right. I wasn't sure exactly what brought me here today.... It was you." John said, looking at her boldly. "You realize of course that I am fully committed to your daughter and two others. That is without question permanent. Anything we shared would have to be -by definition- less than whole or exclusive." Denise said. "Yes. I know how you feel about all of them and how all of them feel about you. I have not the slightest desire to change that. I think it would be very foolish of me to do that. My daughters happiness is of tantamount importance to me. So is Bobby's. By changing those relationships between you, I would be directly threatening both. If there is the slightest indication that would happen, then I must stay away." John said. "But you don't wish to, do you?" Denise asked. "No... I think you got a fair understanding from my first visit here that I desired you." John replied. "Yes... You displayed that desire in much the same manner as you are now. The body's anatomy doesn't lie." Denise said, glancing at the bulge in his pants. John blushed a bit, but met her gaze. Denise sighed a bit and looked away finally. "I fully admit that desire is reciprocal. But I have a real problem with variable ethics." she said. "Variable ethics?" John asked. "Yes. Specifically why it wasn't okay for us to pursue it then, but you are indicating that it seems to be now." Denise said. John nodded in response to the concept. "Hard to explain. I guess Andrea had much to do with that. Sally and I have taken our vows very seriously for a long, long time. At one time, I slipped up on them. I had an affair with a woman that worked with one of the vendors. Sally knew about it, although I didn't know at the time that she did. Women seem to have ways of knowing that I can't fathom. Anyway... I walked away from that relationship because I valued the one with Sally much more. I still do. But it is she who has asked me for her freedom to pursue other relationships. In the process she granted the same to me in return. I don't have a problem with her pursuing those other relationships. Society would undoubtedly have a major problem with it, but I don't. As long as there is no chance of offspring, then I have no objection to her indulging in that, nor I myself for that mater. Once prevention of conception has been addressed, then the question of emotional impact becomes the only question. Andrea has been dealing with that for some time now. With the help of yourself and the others, she's dealing with it quite well. She's happier than she's ever been in her life. I'd like to see that continue. If I can contribute to that in any manner, I will. That extends to Bobby as well." John said. "We were speaking of you." Denise reminded him. "Yes.... I was rambling... I wish Andrea and Bobby to be happy. Apparently, Andrea has had these feelings for her mother for some time now. Sally has silently shared those feelings. Perhaps Andrea and Bobby's relationship has made us think very hard about incest. A consequence of that, is that the barriers between us all have fallen. Once the question of conception is addressed, what remains is a question of desire and emotional well being. That includes both short and long term well being. The desire itself deals with the short term. The dealing with that addresses the long term. But getting back to Sally and I.... I guess we've learned a lesson from you... Your group that is. Something that we've heard both Andrea and Betty say. Something that you all seem to live day to day in your relationships. Something that allows your nebulous relationships to exist at all. That is that you can love more than one person at the same time. That there can be more than one special someone in your life at the same time. Sally and I both now realize that this is a fact. And it is that understanding that has freed both of us from our vows of a monogamistic relationship. By mutual consent, we have agreed to giving the other one the freedom to pursue their desires. In Sally's case, this means my acceptance and consent of her relationship with Andrea and perhaps Bobby. In my case, it's Sally's consent for me to share a relationship with you. We talked about this and I asked specifically about you. Fact is that she has her own strong desire for you. So... my question, is are you interested?" John said. "You know I am... You mentioned Sally and Bobby. Have they shared intimate relations?" Denise asked. "I don't know. I know Sally desires to. I don't know about Bobby. Sally asked for this time to find out. I've granted it to her with my blessing. I think that perhaps Sally has the potential to help him deal with what happened between him and Andrea. Fact is that I would agree to almost anything that might help get him communicating with the world again.... I guess I have you and the others to thank for the fact that he's communicating with anybody at all. I gather that besides his minimal communication with Andrea, you and Betty are the only others he has talked to." John said. "As far as I know, yes. I first talked with him on the night of your dinner with the Crowther's. But that we would have that meeting was set up a long time before it actually happened. When Andrea first came to me, I told her to inform Bobby that I would arrange a time when we *could* speak. I didn't know if he actually would. I had surmised that if Andrea was sharing a long term relationship with him, that they *must* be communicating. But Betty was the first person to actually talk with him besides Andrea. They had a short conversation out on one of their runs together. Since then, he also talked to Cindy briefly on one of our runs in the park. He and I shared a conversation while we walked around the last lap of our run." Denise admitted. "What was the upshot of these conversations?" John asked. "First off, that he was extremely remorseful over what he had done with Andrea. Not their continued relationship -which both desire to continue- but the initial event. Bobby's greatest concern since then has been his sisters long term happiness. That is why he has maintained his silence. His roll as a mute individual. Partially that is. The other part is that it provided a sanctuary for him so that he didn't have to deal with society, which he surmised would be hostile toward him. Secondly, he's willing to undergo long term therapy, both by himself and with Andrea. As soon as he was officially communicating with you and Sally, he was to start therapy with Jenny. Third, that he did in fact desire a long term relationship with both Andrea and Betty. That he was willing to comply with our rules for allowing that to happen. Specifically, that he would willingly undergo a vasectomy to insure that no offspring came of his relationship with Andrea. We all feel it is just too dangerous having a fertile male around. The transference of semen does not have to take place directly for insemination to occur. It could be passed second hand to Andrea. For example Betty indulging in oral sex with first Bobby and then Andrea, which is certainly a future probability. The semen could survive inside her mouth and be transferred to Andrea. No matter how it gets there, the danger is just as real and the repercussions just as bad. This is something that also relates directly to Sally's involvement with Bobby should that occur." Denise said. "Sally went through menopause a couple of years ago." John informed her. "Not good enough. There have been cases of sporadic menstrual flow years after the onset of menopause. There have been many cases of late pregnancy too, where the women thought they were too old to conceive. The only sure guarantee is from a hysterectomy, where the uterus is actually removed. I feel that's a bit drastic as elective surgery. Vasectomy's provide an acceptable level of protection if they are accompanied by regular testing." Denise said. "Sally and I have tested mine quite thoroughly and regularly for some time now." John chuckled. "That's fairly comforting, but not total assurance. In some of the early vasectomies, the tubes weren't actually cut. They were just tied off. The thread may over time break down and the tubes open up again. Then there were versions were the tubes were cut, but left open inside the scrotum. Sperm are prolific little swimmers. All it takes is for one to make the migration into the open end of the tube and out. The safest operations are of the variety where the tubes are not only cut, but both ends tied off. Or at least the output end. I don't exactly know what the body does with the back up if the production end is tied off. It must feel like there is a back up of semen all the time, even just after sex. I would imagine that many vasectomies resulted in some very horny men." Denise giggled. "Yes, me for one. Luckily, Sally was quite willing and able to meet my drives. She's always enjoyed sex. At times in fact more than me." John said. "I guess we got off the subject a bit.... Sex.... But before we leave the subject of vasectomies there is a relationship that you didn't mention that I think we should address." Denise said. "Which one is that?" John asked. "Specifically, one between you and Andrea and how your vasectomy affects that." Denise said. "I've had no intimate relationship with Andrea." John stated. "Perhaps not... but the possibility does arise. Especially as you yourself stated that the barriers between you all have fallen. Sally is now sharing a relationship with Andrea. She may well share one with Bobby. That's got to make you think about one between you and Andrea. I know for damn sure she has considered it. We've been talking between us about how attractive you and Sally are and Andrea invariably gets uncomfortable about it. This is a strong indicator that she has herself thought of it. Her thinking of it has now resulted in her actually doing it with Sally. The same may result with you." Denise said. "Alright... I can see that. The fact is that Sally and I have already talked about that possibility. I admit that I've had those feelings for Andrea for a long time. At one time I would not have even considered the possibility of it actually happening. I still would not pursue them if I saw any reluctance on Andrea's part, or any indication that it would contribute to her emotional instability." John said. "Granted... I accept that you are an honorable person. As such I am asking you to have yourself checked. Preferably before any contact takes place, if it does at all. As inconceivable as it seems, you could in fact be fully fertile at this moment. You could have popped a knot a year and a half ago and been fully unaware of it because it was masked by Sally's menopause." Denise said. "Yes... I see that. You are a wise person." John said. "Others may see it as paranoid. But as a monarch once noted: '*Of course I'm paranoid, but am I paranoid enough?*' What I actually am; is a believer in nature. As I once told Andrea, mother nature is a sneaky, prolific little bitch. If a path exists, she will find it. Her sole verified purpose is propagation and she's very, very good at seeing that it takes place. I consider the insemination of a family member to be perhaps the greatest tragedy that can exist. It reduces the question down to just two non-desirable options; An abortion or raising a deformed or backwards child. One you could never explain it's parentage to if it could understand your explanation at all." Denise said. "Alright, I will get myself checked. Immediately, I am more concerned with Bobby. Sally said she made Andrea promise to have no intimate contact with him until he had a vasectomy. But as you say, perhaps Sally's menopause hasn't protected her against pregnancy. At her age, a pregnancy is not only high undesirable, but undoubtedly life threatening too." John said. "Yes.... I imagine this is all a whole lot drier and unromantic than you had anticipated. Fact is that I'm a sucker for romance myself. But I take some things very seriously." Denise said. "I don't think of romance in terms of totally losing your objectivity as some people seem to. Isn't what you and I are doing now just another form of the dance, but on a more intellectual level?" John asked. "Perhaps... You *are* most appealing." Denise admitted. "But?" John asked. "But I want you to fully understand the strength of my relationships with the others. I would like to call in an independent witness and consultant." Denise said, grinning. "Granted. Whomever you wish." John said. "Cindy?" Denise called. "Yes love?" Cindy asked a moment latter, sticking her head in the doorway. "I'm sorry to disturb you, but I feel I need your assistance, guidance and counsel." Denise said. "Sure, the potroast is simmering and I was just watching TV. What do you need?" Cindy asked, entering the room. "Come sit on my lap please." Denise asked. Cindy looked to John and shrugged, then moved onto Denise's lap. Denise enfolded her into arms and Cindy snuggled happily back against her. "Do you remember the night of the party here, when we first went upstairs and were making love. We exchanged a sort of vow. Do you remember it?" Denise asked, softly kissing her cheek. "Yes, very well. I meant every word of it." Cindy replied. "So did I. Would you please repeat it for John." Denise asked. "Sure... *Your dying breath upon my lips or mine upon yours*." Cindy said, solemnly. "And my response?" Denise prompted. "*Perfect*." Cindy replied. "Thank you. Now, the vow that we all share together, -you, Andrea, Betty and I- would you object to repeating it in front of John?" Denise asked. Cindy blushed a bit, but shook her head. "No... I guess not. If it's important." she said. "I think it is. I have a specific point I wish to make. I think it would help clarify it." Denise said. "Okay... Now?" Cindy asked. Denise nodded. Cindy slid off her lap and knelt before her. Denise opened the top of her robe to reveal her lovely breasts. Cindy leaned forward. "With these lips I thee wed, for all time and eternity." she spoke solemnly and then kissed Denise over her heart. She then rocked to her feet, a bit sparkly eyed. Denise directed her back to sit on the credenza. Cindy blushingly opened her top and revealed her firm young breasts. Denise solemnly repeated the vow. Cindy closing her eyes in pleasure as Denise kissed her over her heart. John was entranced throughout the entire performance. He was not unaffected by the sight of either woman's breasts. He gulped a bit, but was unable to force himself to look away. Denise stood, pulling Cindy's blouse shut and then kissed her tenderly on the lips. Cindy found herself quivering under her touch. "Thank you, love." Denise told her. "Sure.. What's this all about?" Cindy asked. "Ah.... the other side of my request. This charming gentleman here has indicated that he would like to make love with me. I would like your opinion on that." Denise asked, returning to her seat and closing her robe. Cindy looked to John, who blushed but met her gaze. "Gosh.. I don't know. I hadn't thought about it." she said. "Would you now please." Denise asked. "Alright." Cindy said... falling silent and looking at the floor a bit. She glanced at both John and then Denise and then back again. "Why?" she asked. "I beg your pardon?" John asked. "Why? Why would you like to make love with her?" Cindy asked. "Oh... I should think that fairly obvious. She's absolutely adorable." John replied. "So is Sally. So are a lot of other people in the world. By itself that isn't sufficient reason." Cindy said. "Yes, granted.... Alright, no slack huh? Okay... From the first moment I met Denise I have felt a magical feeling of desire. It's not just her abundant physical beauty. We communicate. We understand each other. We speak the same language. I have the greatest respect for her intellect and understanding. I respect her professionally. I admire her taste in clothing, food, wine, friends and lovers. She is loyal to those she loves and protective of them. She is industrious and competent. She is physically fit and emotionally the healthiest person I have ever met. She is loving and affectionate towards those she loves. She is most undoubtedly an extremely talented lover. In short, I find everything about her attractive. So much so that she is on my mind almost constantly." John admitted. "And what of Sally?" Cindy asked. "I have Sally's permission and blessing to pursue this. I believe she honestly means it or I would not pursue this, no matter what I felt. This isn't instead of my relationship with Sally, it's in addition to that." John replied. "And you? You desire this?" Cindy asked, turning to Denise. "Yes... I feel much the same as he does. I was attracted to him the moment we met up at Andrea's cabin that Sunday evening. Later he came here to look at the software I had developed. At that time our eyes revealed our desires to each other. But admitting that, my primary motivation on earth is to you, Betty and Andrea. I do not wish to do anything that even remotely threatens our relationship. I recognize that I am too close to this question to see all the implications of it. I made that error with Jenny and almost upset the whole thing. I do now wish to do that again. That is why I am asking you for your feelings and opinion on the matter." Denise replied, holding Cindy's gaze with her own. Cindy nodded to her. "Alright... I understand.... For myself. It won't change the way I feel about you one iota. I love you to the depth of my soul. We are permanent no matter whatever or whoever should come and go in our lives. But I think there is another factor here; That is Andrea. I don't have a clue how she would feel about it. I think that you should talk to her about it before you decide. She's been on an emotional roller coaster for some time now. I don't know how much is* too much *for her to handle. She may need a little level running before introducing the next series of bumps." she said. "Thank you love. Well, there you have it John. I trust Cindy's judgment concerning Andrea. She's known her longer than I. Andrea was Cindy's woman before I became involved with either of them or even Betty. I will take our desires under consideration, but I will not allow myself to pursue them without discussing it with the others too. Especially Andrea, but Betty too as she is not a disinterested party. Otherwise, if you do not wish me to discuss this with either of them, then we can leave it sit where it is currently." Denise replied, looking to John. "I see... And I agree with that. I had not considered Andrea's feelings in this matter. I guess that I assumed that she would not mind, but that might not be the case." John said, getting to his feet. "Just a moment. I think that for you to accept such a response so graciously -to such an emotionally charged question- you should not leave without some sort of answer and reward." Denise said, getting to her feet. "I don't follow." John said. "Just this." Denise said, moving to him and kissing him passionately. Cindy watched the kiss closely. Feeling a lurch of excitement inside herself. She got to her feet and was there when Denise released John. "This is to show you that my personal feelings about this are sincere." she said, moving to kiss him in a like manner. John was pleasantly surprised to find the kiss quite sincere and fully as passionate as Denise's. He returned it in full measure and then Cindy released him. "That was for her own reasons which you two are free to discuss in the future. Mine was to acknowledge my feelings toward you. I will talk to the others and let you know. If their response is negative...Well, we know how we feel, but I will not endanger my relationship with them. I hope you understand." Denise said. "I do... And I agree. I thank you both for such sincere and passionate offerings. But I do think I'd better leave now as my response to them is no less sincere and is quite pressing." John said, chuckling. "I think he means that bulge in his pants." Denise chuckled to Cindy. John blushed and nodded. Denise walked him to the door and kissed his cheek in parting. She watched from the door as John climbed into his car and then drove out the gate. Denise tripped the gate control as she closed the door. Cindy was at her elbow. "Well that was interesting." she said. Denise pulled her into her arms and kissed her tenderly. "Thank you for your honesty and support, my beloved." she said. "Sure, anytime. My love." Cindy replied, accepting another kiss. "And thank you for seeing to dinner." Denise said, administering yet another kiss. "No problem." Cindy said, taking another kiss herself. "And thank you for loving me as you do." Denise said, kissing her yet again. "That, I have no choice or control over. But you don't need all these excuses to kiss me. I told you earlier that these lips were yours anytime you desired them. Just take them as you please and you will please me. The more often the better." Cindy said. "Good. Then may I suggest that we share a glass of wine by the fire and practice kissing for about an hour or so?" Denise suggested. "God I love you. I can think of nothing more perfect on earth than to spend an hour kissing you." Cindy said, hugging her tightly. Denise led her over to the fireplace. She sat her down and kissed her warmly, then moved to pour them each a glass of wine. -------------------------------- Sally lay in her sons arms. Their passion spent for the moment. Each lay in a blissful afterglow of the love they had for each other. "So now that you are speaking to me... Tell me. What do you plan for your future?" Sally asked. "Pertaining to what? My relationships? A career?" Bobby asked. "Yes, both of them. I'm not going to turn you out of course. I could never do that. But what do you feel about it? Is there something that you would like to do?" Sally asked. "Yes... I'm getting to quite like computer programming. I would like to work with dad if I could, but not until I become proficient enough at it to be of real value to him. I'd like to take some classes and really learn it. My GI benefits should cover my tuition I'm sure." Bobby said. "Probably, but we'd be more than happy to cover that anyway. We fully intended to do that a long time ago." Sally said. "I'd like to do that myself if I can. I feel the same way about my relationship with Betty. I've gathered that she has money from the conversations I have overheard. I don't intend to be a kept man. I wish to pay my own way." Bobby replied. Sally didn't comment on the fact that Bobby had been a kept man since his return from the war. "I know that sounds hypocritical considering what my life has been like. But I want to change that now. Now there is no further reason for me to maintain that act. With Andrea's realization of exactly what I did to her, and why, then the reason for the facade and charade have vanished." Bobby added. "And what of your relationships?" Sally asked. "I'd like to continue my relationship with Andrea. I love her more than life itself. I'd like to share a real relationship with Betty. One based upon mutual respect and desire. It would be heaven to me to share their love together. Knowing how Andrea feels about Betty." Bobby said. "I can understand that... And me? How do you feel about me?" Sally asked. "I love you. I also desire you. I always have, from the time I reached puberty. If you desire to continue this relationship, then I do too. But if you don't I will understand. It won't affect the way I feel about you." Bobby said, softly drawing his fingers over her breasts. Sally quivered under his touch and rolled to meet his lips. "Yes, I do desire it. As much as you wish it. I want to do this again and again for as long as I live or as long you want me this way." she said, tears in her eyes. ---------------------------- Finding the door locked, Andrea didn't think a thing about it. She used her key to let herself and Betty in the door. Inside they found nobody in evidence in the kitchen or living room. Andrea moved down the hall to get her money from her room. She got to Bobby's open door and stopped dead in her tracks. She stood in the doorway looking at the scene before her; her mother nude and laying atop her nude brother. They were kissing passionately and caressing each others bodies. Betty came up behind Andrea and stopped herself, seeing the scene inside. She gently laid a hand on Andrea's shoulder in support. Andrea placed her hand over Betty's to keep it there and she sort of sagged back against her, but she couldn't take her eyes off the scene in the bedroom. Finally Betty gently drew her away from the scene and back to the kitchen. There, Andrea hugged her tightly. "Perhaps we should go. You can get your money later." Betty offered, quietly. "No..... I want to be here.... but I want you with me." Andrea replied. "You're sure?" Betty asked. "Yes... I'm positive." Andrea said, moving to kiss Betty. The kiss was as passionate as Betty had ever experienced. She could tell that Andrea was flat *turned on* by what she had seen. Not repulsed by it. Betty returned the kiss measure for measure. "Do you wish to wait for them.... or make our entrance together?" Betty asked. In reply, Andrea slipped out of her shoes and pulled off her blouse. Betty grinned at her and began to disrobe. They piled their clothes on a chair in the living room and nude moved together into the bedroom. They parted at the foot of the bed and each moved to one side of the bed. Andrea sat on one side and gently drew her fingers over her mothers body to let her know she was there. Sally jerked in startlement. "Andrea!" she gasped, "I didn't hear you come in." Andrea could see she was scared to death. Bobby jerked his head to the other side of the bed to see Betty's nude body sit next to him. "Hello Bobby. Seems that Andrea and I aren't the only ones attracted to you." she said, moving to kiss him. Sally swung around in alarm to see another in the room, but Andrea gently drew her face back and kissed her tenderly upon the lips. "If we are to share this, then let us do it openly between each other." she said. Her mother shivered against her, then pulled back to look at her and nodded. "Alright... I don't object to that. Perhaps it is for the best." Sally said. "Andrea requested that I stay with her. But if you'd rather I can wait in the other room." Betty offered. "No.... You know how I feel about you from my kiss the other morning. If you are to share these two in the future, perhaps it is best that you get used to this now. As I'm likely to be a part of that sharing also. Both have indicated they wish to continue to have intimate relationships with me. If we are all sharing each other, then as Andrea said, it should be openly admitted between us." Sally said, leaning to kiss Betty tenderly. Andrea leaned to kiss Bobby hungrily. It had been quite a while since they had shared each other. "I hope you have some safes, Bobby. It wouldn't do at all to get Andrea pregnant and I'm not wild about the idea." Betty said, lightly teasing Sally's breasts, thinking how similar to Andrea's they were. "In my room. Bobby hasn't exactly been to the store recently." Andrea chuckled, sliding away from him, "back in a sec." she said, sprinting to her room to get her kit. "How about you, Bobby. Nobody's asked you how you feel about this. Do you wish me here?" Betty asked. "Yes, very much so. I've wanted you since the first moment we met." Bobby replied. "So I guess the secret is out then. Your mother knows now that you can talk." Betty said. "It hardly seemed appropriate to continue given the circumstances. She knows about Andrea and I. I know about her and Andrea. The reasons for my silence have vanished.... except for my father, I guess." Bobby said, looking to his mother in question. "He knows too. I think at this moment... he is trying to seduce Betty's bride to be." Sally said. "Denise? Really? I sensed that they felt a strong attraction for each other." Betty mused. "Yes... It was his only request in exchange for giving me freedom to pursue my relationship with Andrea and possibly Bobby. I don't object to him sharing a relationship with any of you. Andrea included if she's interested." Sally said. "Daddy?" Andrea asked, returning with her kit on the tail end of the conversation. "Yes..... You have my blessing if you desire it. You need not become involved with him that way if you don't feel it." Sally said, pulling her daughter to her. Betty grinned at her, but kept quiet. Bobby caught her grin and her body, pulling her to him and kissing her passionately. In the midst of the kiss Betty shuddered in a mild orgasm. "Damn... I may spend my life as a babbling idiot if you can do that every time." she said, breathlessly. Andrea passed the kit over to them as she pulled her mother back into a passionate kiss. ------------------------- John pulled into the driveway and was surprised to see Betty's car there. He expected to find them in the kitchen talking. Instead he heard passionate moans coming from down the hallway. He was tempted to leave again, but the presence of Betty's car presented an enigma. He stepped down the hall to investigate. Prepared to make a hasty retreat if it was just Sally and Bobby. Instead he was shocked to find four nude bodies on his bed. Andrea and her mother were locked in a sixty-nine configuration. As were Bobby and Betty. He leaned against the door way a moment and just watched. Hardly unaware of the erection straining against his pants. Andrea happened to look up to brush her hair aside. "Daddy!" she gasped. Everybody on the bed stopped what they were doing and looked to him in alarm. "This is cozy.... Think there's room on that poor bed for another?" he asked. "If not, then I know where there are two more." Andrea said, moving off the bed. John stood entranced as his nude daughter moved to him. Thinking how much her body resembled her mothers when she was younger. He didn't fight it as Andrea moved against him and kissed him deeply, her hand already sliding over his erection. The kiss was deep and passionate. In the midst of it Andrea groaned as a gentle orgasm gripped her body. "You sure, pumpkin?" John asked, pulling back from her. "Yes, quite sure.... as my body just indicated." Andrea giggled, moving to kiss him again. John found his hands drawn to her firm young breasts. He teased the nipples gently as they kissed. Andrea was fumbling with the zipper and button on his pants. "So how did you do with Denise? Strike out?" Sally asked from the bed. "The consensus was that she was favorable, but she wanted to talk to Betty and Andrea first to see how they felt about it." John said, grinning at Andrea. "Why the sweetheart. I must remember to properly thank her for that." Betty said, then returning her lips to Bobby's erection. "I don't object... but I want you first." Andrea said, sinking to her knees before her father, as she had succeeded at opening his pants. "The bed in our room is the largest." John said, just before Andrea's lips met his erection. "I think we are fine here, you two go ahead." Sally said, turning to join Betty at Bobby's erection. "You'd better take this, kitten." Betty said, extracting a rubber and one of two tubes of spermicide from the box. "I think Daddy had a vasectomy years ago." Andrea said, temporarily lifting her head from her task. "Take it anyway. As Denise pointed out to me earlier tonight, some of the earlier vasectomies had a way of reversing themselves. We may not have known about it as your mother passed through menopause a few years ago." John managed to say. "Even that isn't positively safe." Betty said, extracting a second rubber from the box. "Really? You'd better give me that spermicide now then." Sally said, taking the tube from her. "Then you probably want this too." Betty said, extracting a spermicide syringe from the box. "I've never used one. How does it work?" Sally asked, taking it. "I'll show you, you take over with Bobby." Betty chuckled, moving around the bed. Sally bent to take over Betty's task as Betty loaded up the syringe and inserted it in her. Sally giggled a bit at the feeling. Especially when Betty added her tongue to her clitoris. John sagged against the wall as Andrea adroitly deep throated him. In between she licked at it and nibbled softly with her lips over the length of it. Her hand was between her legs stimulating herself. She lifted her hand up and her father found himself sucking on the fingers as Andrea moved the other hand back between her legs. ---------------------------- "I wonder what is keeping our lovelies?" Cindy mused. "Probably couldn't decide which trinket to get for your birthday." Denise said, kissing her neck softly. "I hope they don't spend too much." Cindy said. "If they do, then please smile and accept it graciously. I don't wish to make Betty feel insecure again." Denise said, continuing her explorations. Cindy succumbed to the advances. Only nodding her compliance with what Denise had said. Even though they had made love multiple times in the hot tub, they had been kissing for the past hour. Alternating between tender and passionate. At times just barely touching lips. They swirled their tongues around each others sensually. Each and every kiss a sensual delight. The cumulative effect upon both of them now drove them to further explore each others bodies. "Your dying breath upon my lips or mine upon yours." Denise said. "Perfect." Cindy responded, returning her mouth to Denise's nipple. ------------------------ John kicked off his trousers and underpants from around his ankles and bent to sweep Andrea into his arms. He carried her to his bedroom and laid her softly on the bed. Kissing her passionately. "Back in a moment." he said, leaving to get Andrea's kit. Andrea lay nude upon the bed, reflecting how Bobby had first taught her about passion in this very same bed. Inside Andrea was lost in a dream. Those people dearest to her in her life all wished to make love with her. It was as if all her dreams had come true. The only aspect that remained to totally fulfill all her dreams and wishes was her marriage to Cindy and the others. John returned and handed the kit to Andrea. "Glad to see you have this." he said. "Denise insisted upon it when I first went to her and asked to be accepted as her pupil." Andrea mused, taking the kit. "Pupil? At school?" John asked, not understanding. "No... In life. I'll explain later. Would you like a taste of this before I guck it up? This stuff tastes awful!" Andrea said, opening her legs to her father. John grinned and moved between his daughters legs. He bent and inspected the area. Suddenly understanding about Sally's desire to be trimmed and shaved. He couldn't help noticing how much she resembled her mother... everywhere. He bent his head and began kissing Andrea on her inner thigh. His hands moving up to find her breasts. Andrea lay back in abandon to her fathers lips and tongue. Although not as talented as her brides to be, the emotional atmosphere filled in the gaps to raise her excitement to a fevered pitch. -------------------- End of section of Savant. Post comments to: deanajohns@hotmail.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----